Stuff & Junk.

I'm going to make a Guy Fawkes layout, maybe. If I can be arsed and if I remember, remember.

I should do a Hallowe'en layout, but I've never really celebrated it but once, and I don't really care.

Steppy is having surgery today to rebuild his head. He's having titanium plates put in where the bones got crushed. He's sort of nervous about it, so he's being difficult and argumentative. Also, he's grumpy because he hasn't been allowed to eat for almost 12 hours now.

In other news, my sim!hoor!orlando and my sim!parminder!nagra got bizzay and she moved in. Now they're engaged, and his biggest fear is marrying her. Of course, when she moved in, she brought all of her money with her, and that meant it was time to redecorate the house. He'll cheat on her soon enough, with sim!elijah maybe, and she'll move out. Sim!parminder is hot, if I do say so, but then real!life!parminder is hot anyway.

Enough.

And I re-read bits of Football, mostly because I wanted to read where Elijah is petting Orlando's hair on the bus.

Past Post Meme.

I saw this a couple places, so I'm doing it. Baaaa, I'm a sheep! But that's okay, because I like sheep. Baaa.

Chances are people you don't even know are being introduced to your journal every day, either randomly or through someone else. In addition to recent entries, people can get to know you better by what you posted in the past. With that in mind post a link to your entries on this day three months ago, six months ago, nine months ago, a year ago, and two years ago. If there was no entry on that day, link the closest date.

Three months ago, I posted piccies of the City of London School for Boys for talesinbloom, along with some other piccies of my mates in London.

Six months ago, I was just checking in.

Nine months ago, I was having trouble with a fic and I had taken the LotR Sex Quiz.

One year ago, I posted about having accidentally gotten my skirt stuck up in my knickers and I took a quiz.

Two years ago, I was in America, and I bought a Flake for 2 USD, and I was whinging about it. That's about £1 +/-, which is too much for a bloody candy bar anyway. And I drove, and no one was hurt. Fucking Yanks, driving on the wrong side of the road.