Last year I made three different types of Christmas cards. I sent different ones to different people. And now I've forgotten which ones I gave to which people, including my family. Oho, I'm so clever.

*insert headdesk here*

I HATE THIS COUNTRY AND ALL THE HORRIBLE SPIDERS IN IT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT


NOBODY COME TO AUSTRALIA. IT'S FULL OF DINNER PLATE SIZE THINGS THAT WANT TO EAT YOU OR WAIT TILL YOU TURN YOUR LIGHT OFF THEN RUN ALONG THE WALL AND AT YOUR FACE AND THEN YOU THROW YOURSELF BACK OFF THE BED SO FAST YOU HIT YOUR FAN ON THE WAY DOWN AND BREAK IT AND NOW NOT ONLY IS THERE A GIANT SPIDER SOMEWHERE IN YOUR ROOM THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE DEAD BUT THERE IS ALSO ITS MATE BECAUSE HUNTSMEN ALWAYS COME IN PAIRS AND YOUR FAN IS BROKEN AND SO IS YOUR BACK.

SO.

WHO WANTS TO GO SEE 'ONE MAN STAR WARS' WITH ME?

JESUS CHRIST THIS EPISODE BRB LAUGHING MY SOCKS OFF

RADIO ACEN I LOVE YOU I AM NEVER SWITCHING YOU OFF

So today I got stuck in a lift, and while everyone was hyperventilating, I was resisting the urge to giggle and jump up and down. Discuss.

Now, even if - especially if - you don't give a toss about Merlin, please do me a favour and go and vote for Castiel in this fandom death match. ARTHUR NEEDS YOU.

What Merlin character am I most like?
MY THREAD

I AM SO LATE WITH THIS BUT GO, TELL ME WHO I AM

I have reflections due tomorrow and I have nothing to reflect upon. WOEPANTS.

IT'S GOING TO BE SO HARD TO RECAP THE LATEST MERLIN AND NOT GET ARRESTED FOR OVERUSING THE WORD 'WHORE'.

It's not fair. I'm writing about UC and Crohn's and IBS when what I'd really rather be doing is writing fic which I have been promising you for forever and little if nothing has happened with. Seriously, Surgeon!Arthur is standing there in his scrubs giving me this *look* that is all *cow eyes of disappointment* and, excuse me, but who exactly has the patented eyebrow/glare combo around here? Don't go muscling in on my territory, I'll get to you when I get to you, you arrogant overpaid toerag. Add to that, cracky mpreg Merlin keeps threatening to throw up on my shoes and never eat again and idk, run away and join a convent or something so I'm getting it from all sides of my brain and it just. is. not. fair. I'm not supergirl, I don't have a cape, I can't make the whoosh noises.

So. This post is because it doesn't look like I'll be at the flail post tonight, this presentation is taking a lot longer than I expected. By way of apology, please have this unrelated yet lulzy video:



I AM ALWAYS MIA AND I'M SORRY. Just know that I'm not really AWOL, Charlie has me. SEND HELP. Gratuitous use of military terms just to see if alexi_lupin can spot them. LOOK THROUGH THE JUNGLE, KIM, NOT AT IT, OR THINGS WILL GO ALL FUBAR ON YOU.