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giggly
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lethargic
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tired
Now, I know what you're thinking honey; it isn't the fifth and she hasn't done anything wrong, so why is she making a post? Well, screw you because I felt like making one, alright?
... My apologies, that sucked monkey balls. *blushes* I just wanted to say that I love you a lot baby and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. :) <3
Big Bang Status: 5,913/10,000
- Mood: dorky
I love you because you always make me feel better, I love you because I'm so proud of you, I love you because you make me want to be a better person, I love you because because I want to grow old with you, I love you because I feel at home with you, I love you because you're a sweetie, I love you because I feel safe with you and I love you because you love me. So happy anniversary, sweetie. :) xxx
- Mood:
loved
But they came at 5, Cookie looked awesome (if way too summery), we had a nice pizza at Pizza Express and she had a violently boring cheese-only one, Sinead took on some drunk idiots while we walked back to her house and all was good.
After that, we watched the end of Torchwood, had a few giggles about how much wank the Jack/Ianto fans were going to cause and then mocked/watched/enjoyed the Prince of Egypt.
So on the Saturday, we got up frightfully early and went to Camden Town. While it was touristy, tacky and honestly, once you've seen one punk/goth shop, you've seen them all, we still had a great time. If I had the money, I would have brought a Withnail print, some insanely high boots or at least a corset but alas, I didn't so we could only look. We also went to London Musuem but I was pretty tired at this point so I don't think I was too much fun. But I did have fun, though. Honestly. ;)
So we said goodbye, they went back home and so did I. As I said, I had great fun, I love my darling, gorgeous girl loads and I can't wait to see her again in September. <3
- Mood: loved
- Mood:
contemplative
How come it then that this her cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.
Happy Anniversary honey. I know it's not much but I love you loads and I never want to lose you. <3
- Mood: lazy
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees, The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, When they have looked upon their images Would none had ever loved but you and I! Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky, When the sun looked out of his golden hood? O, that none ever loved but you and I! O hurry to the ragged wood, for there I will drive all those lovers out and cry O, my share of the world, O, yellow hair! No one has ever loved but you and I.She comes not when Noon is on the roses-- Too bright is Day. She comes not to the Soul till it reposes From work and play. But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices Roll in from Sea, By starlight and candle-light and dreamlight She comes to me. Yes, honey, I'm well aware that I suck for not being original but I love these two poems and I thought they were fitting. I love you. :)
- Mood: hopeful
Anyway, Mum followed and seeing as how she looked pissed off, I went over while Cookie hid and made up some bullshit excuse about meeting Joe later and him having trouble with bus times and so on and so forth. She was still very pissy but she bought it, kind of, and sent me a text later saying sorry. But she was still angry later on so I don't feel all that guilty for being a horrid little liar. *sighs*
So, after that, because I was setting a new record for paranoia, Cookie decided to take me somewhere else. We settled on Lightwater - don't ask me what's in Lightwater because I still have no clue - and stayed there for about twenty minutes. It was kind of a waste of ten pounds but we had a nice walk and the weather was decent at that point.
So, we ended up at a pub which served drinks but not food because it was a Sunday. I was quite disappointed because they usually did a lovely, cheap meal to share that was basically chips covered in melted cheese (and I'm not even usually a big cheese fan) spicy sauce and ketchup. We ended up at Yates' afterwards for food, anyway. We had a few shots, Chilli Con Carne and curly fries and then went to see Night At The Museum 2. It wasn't exactly great but hey, I'm easy, give me my girlfriend to cuddle and Amy Adams to look at and I'm a happy bunny. :D
So we said goodbye, she went back to Cardiff on a crappy coach and I went back home to pissy parents. As I said, I had great fun, I love my darling, gorgeous girl loads and Thorpe Park in July should be awesome. <3
- Mood:
anxious
I'll keep this short because I'm still not feeling good honey; I love you, I hope you enjoy what is now on my profile, I really loved that fanart you did for me and happy third anniversary. :)
- Mood: tired
So, as to be expected, I had a great time with Cookie in Wales. The three hour bus ride cost about £6.50 (there and back) so it was shitty and cramped but having her to talk to made it bearable, her friend Sinead was fun (or as I like to nickname her, Sin-Sin), like an idiot I forgot my ID but we spent our nights in a nearby pub so that wasn't a problem, I tried very hard to get drunk but even after pitchers and shots and vodka I only managed to get a little tipsy which was strange, the weather wasn't as bad as I expected it to be and it was only on Tuesday that we got completely drenched, I cooked her some curry which was nice but I used WAY too much tofu (that stuff seriously tastes like cardboard, ugh) and what else did I miss? Oh yes, and she was awesome as ever. <3 <3 <3
- Mood:
full
Why do I love you, honey? Let's see; I love you because you're cute, you're smarter than me, you're gorgeous, you're adorable, you give me money and don't make me feel evil for it, you're affectionate, you call me all the time so i'm never lonely and most of all, because you love me back and that is amazing. :D Short but sweet, right baby?
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- Mood: sore
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m31andy : who gave me three people: one to throw off a cliff, one to shag, and one to marry. The choices given to me were:
1. Angelus
2. Hawkeye
3. Withnail
1. Shag
Angelus. He can't die so cliffing him won't do any good and marrying him would be like wanting to sleep with Heath Ledger's Joker (a very bad idea, fangirls) so having sex with him is all that I've got left. To be to the man, though, I might end up a sobbing mess at the end of it but at least the experience would be interesting.
2. Marry
Hawkeye. I know he probably ended up either losing his mind completely/committing suicide after Korea and that he's a heartbreaker but look at him with Carlye, he was trying his very best to be romantic when he thought he had a chance. Besides, I think it would be more fun just to talk and have a (DECENT!) drink with him.
3. Cliff
Withnail. While Richard E. Grant was very pretty in his younger days (I find it very amusing how soft and fluffy his hair looked when they were in the countryside), I'm sorry to have to do this. But let's face it, he's a lost cause and there's not a lot of point in keeping someone who is that much of a pain in the arse.
If you want, comment as such and I'll give you three to choose.
Highlight the following, honey: I might like boys, I might like girls but I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU, silly twat. :)
- Mood: cheerful
- Mood: blah
You shall be my roots and
I will be your shade,
though the sun burns my leaves.
You shall quench my thirst and
I will feed you fruit,
though time takes my seed.
And when I'm lost and can tell nothing of this earth
you will give me hope.
And my voice you will always hear.
And my hand you will always have.
For I will shelter you.
And I will comfort you.
And even when we are nothing left,
not even in death,
I will remember you.
Okay, honey, so it's not mine but I thought it was suiting for how I feel about you. I love you and try to guess where it's from. ;)
- Mood: good
So, I'm perfectly willing to give Matt Smith (I do love Moffat's writing, even though I hate his women issues) a chance, even if he is way too young and Jack's flirting will probably end up creepy, but would someone like to tell me who the hell he is?
- Mood: bored
- Music:Silence - Delerium
- Mood: full
