Hrm.

Has anyone else noticed a sudden (over)abundance of the word crack!fic as of late? It's everywhere, like when one kid gets a new toy, the whole neighbourhood has to have one.

I am going out and about today, so wish me luck. It is "the first week-end of the Christmas shopping season," so I may die. From what I've been told. But, having grown up in the uncivilised wasteland that is London, in the village of South Kensington, I think I can handle a few bargain-mad Yanks.

Aaaaaanywho. If you are at all offended by anythng above, you are probably British, well, English specifically, and lack a sense of humour.

And yes, I will eventually get over this. I'm just veryveryoffended.com. Cos I wouldn't know a pisstake if it bit me on the arse. In the meantime, however, she can eat shit and DIEEEEEE!

Oh, and to my little carrotcake: Hi! (pmfsl)

Cheerio!

Oooh.

Well, Carrotcake, I got your copy of Premiere. Would you rather I posted it to you, or waited to give it to you in person? Either way's good with me.

I went to Goodwill (a charity shop, for those who aren't savvy like that) and bought a pair of denims and a blue jumper. For 12 dollars. And I donated a bit to some charity for kids or sommat, so they put my name on a spiffing piece of paper and hung it up for the world to see. Oh, and a scarf. I bought a scarf. It's from Edinburgh. Has 'SCOTLAND' and a rampant lion embroidered on one end. V v cool. I don't think the cashier lady charged me for it though.

I'm going out later and getting pished. Anyone wanna join me?