Gimme a 'G!' Gimme an 'I!' Gimme a 'P!'

Yeah cos I made new icons, precious!







Woo hoo!

Jaysus Keeeeerist.

Just when I think I've found a VigOrli that isn't a massive mess of teenie squeeing (Orlando and Viggo being the squeeing teenies, of course), all my hopes and dreams are shattered. Good fucking God.

Viggo is an adult man. Not a fifteen-year-old girl.

Orlando is an adult man. Not a fifteen-year-old girl.

Thankyou, that is all.

Ergh.

A la goodtwin, I will ask if anyone wants icons. I feel creative. And I make the best ones when I'm pissed.

So. Anyone? I'm so sodding bored.

Oh, alright.

I'll rock out Yankee Styleeee and say what it is I'm thankful for. Since I am here in the US and all.

I'm thankful for:

Kilts and the boys who wear them.
That my mum finally got her rabbit lit.
That I am fortunate enough to be able to go places.
That I have mates who care.
Adobe Photoshop 7.
Batteries.
Choccy.
Cherry-flavoured lube.
The Internet.
Scotch and vodka, but not togethah like that.

Oh, and this:
I would be thankful if this stupid cunt choked on a hairball.

Thankyou, that is all.