Or not. I sent him a real birthday card this last week. My first bloke. My crush when I didn’t know what crushes were. The one who looks like Tom Cruise (in a good way) except for being blond. And shares a name with some Hong Kong-singer-original Heavenly King I quite like.
It’s not the acceptance of his response. It’s the sending that counts. After all, he grew up and got life, a wife, a summat to do wi pay. What’s that called? “Job”. Yeah, that. I chose… Cyber-life. And doing quite well, I might add! Have entered into the ‘Supernatural’ fan fiction summer competition at SPNVille.net. Have to wait till 15th July to be told I crashed and burned, wi no hope of winning. Lotsa shite to write about, just no time.
So we’re into July already. Fuck me. If I blink will it be Christmas?
Hmm… Birmingham (England) or Vancouver (Canada) for holiday 2010? Well, never been to Canada (chorus of ‘Blame Canada! echoes through what is laughingly termed my ‘brain’), but have been stuck ont M6 over Brummie Land - int pissing rain - more often than I care to remember. In fact, I don’t think I’ve EVER been waiting int traffic jam to get over Brummie Land ont M6 when it HASN’T pissed it down.
Canada it is, then.
Fert holiday - next year. Long time away yet. Hmm.
So while iTunes is blaring out Thunder Kiss ‘65 by White Zombie, I have to say: I haz pikchers: let me show you them:
Proper girlie porn, no?
Ah well. Peach and lube, people. Soopytwist.
boyfriends ~ fan-fic ~ Canada ~ fan-fic ~ Trip Tucker ~ Conner Trinneer ~ Dean Winchester ~ Jensen Ackles