Baby Blues.

Well, I'm in my third trimester now.

But seriously, someone mentioned me and Bladon (Hi, by the way! Dead from a cream overdose yet?) getting married and having kids today. Can't remember who though.

I'm sorry, but apart from anything else, (ie: What he and I would have to do to impregnate me in the first place,) can you imagine the size of the thing? It'd have his lankyness and my girth. It'd end up being about 13 pounds! I know I'm great and all, but I refuse to plop that out.

In totally unrelated news, I'm feeling rather down today. I'm sick to death of looking like Matt Lucas in a wig, sounding more manly than...well a man and being totally abhorrent to all who set eyes upon me. It gets rather annoying at times, if truth be known. I have no breasts to speak of, I'm failing my GCSEs, and ARRAN APPEARS TO BE NEGLECTING TO POST, leaving our 'many' subscribers stuck with all my emoness.

I would cut myself but I can't be arsed. And it's messy. And I don't really feel like it.

Oh no! I've become apathetic! The decent into emodom has begun.