Today's Tweet-Dribbles

140 character brain-splurts of the day...

• 00:02 Apparently there was some sort of soccerball tournament tonight. Who knew? #
• 00:04 I was more concerned about the massive bloody thunderstorm that played havoc with our Freeview reception in the middle of Mad Men. #
• 00:05 Plus there was a really loud thunderclap that made us both shriek a little like small children. Anyway, ni-night. #
• 14:22 If people use PMSL in an update I always assume that is literally what they are doing as they type out the mundanity of their everyday life. #
• 14:24 Same goes for ROTFL. I want to reply and ask them how they can reach the keyboard while they writhe in amusement on the carpet. #
• 15:37 That Susan Boyle thing just depresses me. 'Wow! A woman who isn't conventially beautiful has some worth! How AMAZING!' Blech. #
• 15:39 And how soul destroying to be patronised by three of the least worthwhile humans on the planet. In front of a crowd of bitchfaced cunts. #
• 17:37 *Sigh* now it's cropped jeans that apparently pregnant women don't want to buy. Loads of normal jeans, though. MY LEGS ARE HOT, DAMMIT! #
• 17:38 I could, however, purchase a maternity denim miniskirt from H&M if I wished. Cause that look would be rockin'. #

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Lost - 'Some Like It Hoth' (best episode title ever)

( My Daddy Issues Could Beat Up Your Daddy Issues! )

Just because...

Ah, my fetish for Interracial Bromances just goes on and on. If I still had the wherewithall to do vids, there would be one awesome soft-focus Data/Geordi vid to this song. 'It's like I married my best friend, but in a totally manly way... LET'S GO!'

My Stupid Arse Family

Family Situation that reared its head on Sunday has worsened. After all the trouble trying to get people to talk out their problems like grown-ups, they have now apparently gone back to passing messages of demands, counter-demands, threats and counter-threats back and forth via my poor mother like FUCKING TEENAGERS.

I can definitely see relations going right back to the horrible, hostile, stressful ways they were when Dad died, and it's all over absolutely fucking NOTHING.

So pissed off right now. Pissed off and worried and dreading the years of stress ahead.

Not even F-Locking this bad boy. I'm wearing my anger on my sleeve right now.