SAM:"I'm the negotiator!"

GENE: I'll make you a hat.

Ahh LoM. Classic shiz there.

Yes, Arran, yes. I deep-throated a Cornetto. I only realised the sexual connotations after a certain point, and then it was just funny so I carried on.

I've got an idea. We should play some sort of role-swapping game. What about you have to do something I do for a week and vise-versa?

You could watch series one and two of LoM, and I could listen to the Darkout or whatever sort of stuff you do that I wouldn't be a massive fan of. It would give us something to blog about...

That at the top there is the image you couldn't see of formspring.

"He made me do things!" -- "What? Like shopping?"

The Mighty Boosh is truly wonderful. I've watched the box set four times in two days.
I need to get out.
So, if I start talking more rubbish than usual - it's the Boosh speaking. Not me.

In other news - my camera is broken. Again. T_T
I think it was when we moved - I haven't used it since then. My dad just threw it into a box - i think it may have been switched on at the time.
AND NOW IT DOESN"T WORK.
Sod's law though - I was looking at cameras on the Argos website the other day, but decided that a new one just wasn't worth it. Then my camera broke. After I'd spent all of my money on birthday presents and piercings.

Ugh - and now bloody Messenger:Mac is being a bit of a bitch too.
Honestly!

Oh - and the parents and smallish sister are away for two nights. They're trusting me on my own. I'm going to be bored to bloody tears. If anybody fancies staying at the vicarage for a couple of nights, you're more than welcome to. I seem to have become a domestic goddess in a fortnight, too - so we'd be set for food, washing, ironing, cleaning - y'know. The things you do when you can't get out.
Oh and Guitar Hero.

And whilst we're here:
BETH BETH BETH...

...CORNETTO. HAH.

That's all.
- A x

Well that went well...

NOT!

Try not to get too horny now ladies...and you Bladon

I defy anybody not to be slightly aroused now.

Our blog is like WELL elite.

Just now I noticed, Riggers, that we only have seven followers and very few comments. My first thought was that 'Fallen on the floor of the school toilets' is not the massive hit we had anticipated and that it is totally uncool, but then I realised how wrong I was.

Our blog is so ELITE that only seven people are worthy to subscribe to it, and even fewer are cool enough to actuallly comment on any of the posts we very kindly bestow upon them. And, furthurmore, (I thought) All those bands that Arran likes are uncool, because few people like them, so therefore cool. But the moment people begin to like them, they will become cool so therefore uncool.

Fallen on the Floor of the School Toilets is so cool, it's uncool...or is it so uncool that it's cool? Or are they the same thing?

All I know is that it's good. Some might say its superfantasmic.

And anyway, how can anything with a picture of Katie's head superimposed upon Keely Hawes' (and then flipped so it looks like she's looking up at Philip Glenister) ever be bad?

Anyone else see why I have a thing for the Hunt now? (when I say the Hunt, I don't mean some kind of wierd fox hunting fettish, I mean the Guv, the Manc Lion, Hunt the Cunt. DCI Gene Hunt!-just thought I'd clear that up...)

If you don't see why I have a thing for Hunt now, then do say, and I will do my best to explian it to you, possibly in the form of a spider-diagram, because as 21st Century teenagers, we do not understand anything unless it's got pretty colours in it.

See? I bet you're understanding this far more than you have anything else...

...AND ANOTHER THING!

Yes. That's right, Beth is pissed off.

I may have apologised for something that I may have done a while ago, which was not entirely my fault. So I put myself out and apologised.

What's quite hurtful is that the person in question didn't even acknowledge that I'd said anything. I could understand if they didn't accept my apology, but to ignore it entirely...?

Oh yes, and in lighter news yesterday, our beautiful baby boy was born, if a few weeks premature, weighing in at 7lb, 6oz.

Bobby Udo Shuddup Thomas -Bladon -Rigney was born yesterday evening at 19:06 PM

Surrogate Mother and baby both well :D

What is it? It's IT!

Hello there my lads and ladettes!
The room is literally jumping, because I've hooked up my bass booster to my docking station, and it's a wee bit on the enthusiastic side, and I've just boiled the kettle and made packet vanilla latte! Guys - we're on a roll today.

SO - the other night Beth and I decided that we must do something about our preferences, guy wise. Me, because I like guys who would quite happily get with your dad if given half the chance - although its not my fault that I like well groomed men. Beth seems to like quite the opposite - we're on extreme ends of the line here. So, I've tried to find somebody who's very attractive and not femtastic. I'll shout when I have someone in mind...

I've just managed to play the introduction to Three Cheers For Five Years by Mayday Parade :D - Now I'm going to learn the rest --
- A x

The bitch is back

I know I haven't boggified in ages, so I'd just like to say hi.

So yeah...hi.

So I'm really not writing and reading quite a lot of fanfiction at the moment, just in case you were wondering, and I haven't accidentally read one in which Gene Hunt gets it on with Sam Tyler. I didn't cry. I didn't want to burn my own eyes out of my head. Not in the slightest.

ARGHHHGH! IT WAS HORRIBLE!!! THEY WERE JUST TALKING AND THEN THEY STARTED KISSING AND GENE HAD A GAY PORN MAG!!!! DX

It's not fair!!! Why is the entire internet communtiy out to make me kill myself?

So, hold me close and say three words like you used to do...

MR BRIGHTSIDE... by MCFLY?! - Actual love. I think I screamed when I found this.
Danny's vocals are far superior to Tom's - yet I am still somehow far more attracted to Tom. Oh, wait - he's blonde and tone-deaf. That must be it. Yeah, I know, I have some issues that need to be resolved T_T

AND speaking of tone deaf, I'm playing my guitar again. And I still can't sing at the same time :( - I'm female, I should be able to multitask. I mean - today I was essentially the original domestic goddess - cleaned the woodwork, cooked dinner, started sewing together some cushion covers - but singing and playing the guitar at the same time is somehow alien to me. Damn. And I can play Anyone Else But You without fault now. Or, at least one part - the suggestion to try both parts at the same time failed for me.

Why does Danny have to overshadow Tom? Honestly - some people.
- A x

And I will answer all your wishes - if you asked me toooo...

Nobody blogs anymore, or reads our blog, so I think I'm safe to rant.

Vicar is wondering why I've been so down since we moved on Tuesday. It doesn't take a bloody genius to work it out. It could be because the countryside does not agree with me - my hayfever has started up again, hooray! - or the amount of painting I've been doing has finally caught up with me and my back is pretty much killing me - I blame my sister for that one, this is the third colour her room has been - and then again, it may be that our BT Homehub is possibly the post failuriffic wireless provider we could possibly have invested in. I was setting up my sister's desktop in her room today, and although it picked up the hub, it wouldn't connect. The same thing happened with the netbook when I tried to connect that too. The laptops will only connect when in a certain position, and although I was elated to find that I'd fixed up the airport on my mac without spending any money on it, I have to go through the OpenZone at the corner shop, turn airport off, and then connect to another network before it even recognises the hub. Oh, but for some reason I have a little fridge in my room, so that's a plus.
Now I need a kettle.
Oh, and alcohol -_-
Yeah - and I'm living out of boxes because apparently we forgot that I needed something to put my clothes in. Well done.
And I have no signal.
And Oli is on his last legs.
And all the money I've got left over will be spent ferrying myself over to Poulton.
Oh, Arran - why are you so down at the moment?
That's why.
Oh, and the only newspaper they sell at the corner shop is the farmer's guardian.
What. The. Fuck.
And I'm bloody freezing.
Effing country folk. I need a coffee.

End Rant