This morning, in the cold light of day (or the light of a very cold day), I have to recant my statement from last night.
I do not love Almiles.
In fact I hate them (but not for the obvious reasons).
And Simon Cowell.
Why?
I watched Delete. I squeed. I was incoherent. I bounced. I giggled. To quote myself from last night (and I'm sorry to the 15 folks I've already said this to), I was a Chihuahua on speed. At 10:15 pm I got online and squeed with all the other squeers. At 1:30 am I squeed with
sullivanlane on the phone. In between some of that squeeage I read Simon's book. After the last squeeage I read Simon's book.
Tons of squeeage and British snark = Mave getting 3 hours of sleep.
*whimper* I haven't done that in years. It hurts if I breath. I've never had a hangover, but for some reason I think this is what it would feel like.
I hate you Almiles and Simon. And your little yap yap dog too.
I do not love Almiles.
In fact I hate them (but not for the obvious reasons).
And Simon Cowell.
Why?
I watched Delete. I squeed. I was incoherent. I bounced. I giggled. To quote myself from last night (and I'm sorry to the 15 folks I've already said this to), I was a Chihuahua on speed. At 10:15 pm I got online and squeed with all the other squeers. At 1:30 am I squeed with
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Tons of squeeage and British snark = Mave getting 3 hours of sleep.
*whimper* I haven't done that in years. It hurts if I breath. I've never had a hangover, but for some reason I think this is what it would feel like.
I hate you Almiles and Simon. And your little yap yap dog too.