Tags: boys are so pretty

Repo!: Giles will fuck you up

Zydrate comes in a little glass vial

I totally just showed my mum Repo! The Genetic Opera and she was totally enjoying it. Bwahaha. Score another to our team. (She's perhaps not converted as I doubt she'll ever watch it again, but she was interested and entertained.)

This means I've introduced every one of my friends to Repo and all of my parents! (All meaning mum, dad and my stepmum... who apparently didn't quite enjoy it so much. Heh.) Although I miss the forum days pre-movie, but just because I can't really keep up with stuff now because there's so many people and things there.

Noithing makes for a good night like a bottle of wine and Repo! and I am quite happily buzzed. Except no one else seems to be online to keep me entertained. You bastards.

Hahaha, mum just came back out and said "save me some pictures of that graverobber man and set one as my desktop... and I wouldn't mind if it was the Repo Giles either." She is SO caught.
|| LC: I ♥ me

The theme of this post appears to be '♥'

One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT, WORLD. Nothing can make anything bad right now.

Party last night was really good and people were to bright and colourful. For those who are unaware I was wearing FLUORO ORANGE TROUSERS. That's a sight that you will never see again. People were fun and awesome - Dollhouse, I ♥ you and your parties.*

Tonight I sort out travel details for August and then I can email parentals about flights. I am going to rock Sydney and Nimbin ♥

*Me: Hey, they all live in the Dollhouse... but that don't really exist in an innocent childlike state.
Alison: *snort* That would be the very opposite of what they are.

TV, you lied to me again.
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Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaa

I love reading housematehorror. It makes me realise that despite any problems we have in our household, living in the LFoD is, in actual fact, bliss. Because we don't live with any of those people. Thank the gods on high for that piece of mercy. (Although, maybe the flatmates might disagree and I could see someone on there very soon who is rather vividly like me... Hmmmm. I prepare to live in fear of this day.)

The first night of the 48 was excellent, even though it was raining. Tonight is going to be colder and wetter and windier, and it's been snowing/sleeting all day. Coooold. Drank quite a bit though I remained little more than tipsy, and there was quite a bit of glorious snogging going on. Ah, drunken boys and their amusingness. Who can resist such temptations?

Tonight it has been promised that there will be Boosh music. Oh hells yes. We're getting The Tundra Rap, because it's fitting to the current weather. The weather in which I find it a challenge to feel my fingers properly.