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Not only did Moyles' silence of yesterday come to an end - racist and homophobic jokes galore as well as leching on me, now - but also I ran across a security guard who used to freak me out quite a bit and has been telling me he wants to be with me every time I see him for the past three years. He was next to me in the queue in the post office, which was awkward... more so, after he told me to come see him before I leave Cardiff and I turned him down flat.

Some day I'm going to be crushed on by someone vaguely normal.

Honest.



Crapsticks.


Also, I'm bloody tired. I'm sick of saying it, but it's explanation for how crap I'm being as far as online everything goes. Sorry sorry. :(

I think I've broken my eye. Ow.

Okay. Um. Good stuff! Good stuff, good stuff...

I'm going to see X-men 3 tomorrow! And going to Wetherspoons with the flatmates first for cheap and cheerful chow. Should be good fun, really - we're kinda preparing for Jock Jock leaving on Saturday to Scotland and pastures new.

Luckily, I managed to convert her to LJ during our time together, so I shall still be bothering her. HA!

Um... that's it for now. I'm gonna go do something, y'know, useful.

Convertinating the countryside

Mum and now little sister G, too.

I am KING of supplying Paul Bettany with minions.