Well. January was a big old pile of wombat turd, wasn't it? Here's hoping February is better. Although as we're halfway through now, we should really have some kind of idea.
I have a date next week. Next week. I'm actually quite excited about this and therefore certain it will end in doom and tears. for now I am just pretending I am not mentally ticking off a list of things like hair, clothes, venue in my head and giggling in a slightly inane fasion like A BIG GAY.
(I can say this because I am a MEDIUM SIZED GAY).
Seriously. It's going to go horribly, horribly wrong. Probably because I don't have enough witty banter* talk to keep up the almost daily stream of messages back and forth, yet now having arranged A Date it would feel a bit strange to just stop. Argh.
And I'm tired. Sooooo tired. Hence the lack of much of interest in this post, even. It's all a bit 'meh'. Which is very boring for blogging.
So here is a picture from Saturday night instead.
* Regular readers of this blog will gather that witty banter is not much on offer. You coming knocking for witty banter - can't help you. Cupboard is bare, like. Basically it's caustic sniping or nothing. Soz.