Can hardly breathe, I’m so excited.
Don’t know why. I’ve never even really had a crush on this bastard, but over the past fifteen years, I have had multiple dreams where I was married to –
Topher Fucking Grace.
In the first dream, we were at the altar and he suddenly bust out in a wookie impression. I knew then he was the one.
Someone analyze that shit!
I’ve never understood the people who want to grow plants in such a space. I mean sure, let’s get some floral apocalypse going up in here, but what I want this room for – what I will use this room for when I buy my future house that will obviously have a conservatory is – well, it’s obvious.
I’m going to write in it. When I’m not shagging my true love in it, obviously.
Shagging and writing. Clearest of all winners. For those are the things that would make ME bloom. 😛
This man swears almost as much as me. Poetry.
This is something that truly troubles the world of art. To quote Alasdair Gray –
“People in Scotland have a queer idea of the arts. They think you can be an artist in your spare time, though nobody expects you to be a spare-time dustman, engineer, lawyer or brain surgeon.”
― Alasdair Gray