Showing posts with label ill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ill. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Well that was fun

Much dancing, drinking and good times were had. On the minus side, both me and my husband have hangovers the size of Texas. We're both useless! And I have no idea where this feather boa came from.

Oh well, staying in bed most of the day with Erebus isn't such a bad thing. :3

Thursday, 29 March 2012

Big thanks!

Now that I'm kind of stuck here and can't do much until I get my sling off and heal up a bit more, it's nice to get visitors. So let me throw out a few thank you's and such.

  • Sarah and Celestia, the cookies were amazing. Thanks a bunch. :3
  • In that same vein, nice of Widow Maker to drop by on movie night. I think I bust a lung laughing when you started putting the old monster movies on and riffed on them. You made Mougera entertaining!
  • Eddie Riggs, you awesome bastard! Pizza rolls were great, music was great, just a good time all round! \m/
  • Pech and Antoin for sure. An is a little ray of sunshine nowadays, and watching Pech and Erebus talk is like listening to a bunch of schoolkids. :D You guys keep on trucking!
Back to lazing around!

Monday, 26 March 2012

Hell yeah bitches

First off, Widow, here's that footage you wanted. And yes I kept that horn. I use it as a conversation piece.

So most of my time so far has been slobbing around, not wearing a lot, eating greasy food and trying to cope with this arm sling. It makes hugs harder, but Erebus deserves them and everything else I'm giving him so I'm damn well giving him them. I'd be all sappy and "my heeeerooooo" but truth be told I think I'd have found another way to beat Ali at some point. Maybe grill him.

We've been having a lot of hamburgers recently. Oh the irony. Erebus assures me he's not cut Ali up into hamburger meat. He says it'd probably be poisonous. He has a point.

Pech gave us a painting in celebration of our victory. I didn't know he was into art, but turns out he's pretty damn good. Watching his oil-on-canvas self rip up a Tyranid is oddly inspiring, but I think it's gonna go somewhere where visitors won't see it. Maybe the upstairs landing? Also the eyes kinda follow you around the room which is weird.

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Guess who won?

Clue - not the braindead thug minotaur.

Erebus looks a mess, but fuck yeah he won and that is what matters. He is getting HUGS tonight.

Friday, 23 March 2012

That son of a bitch

Ali just called Erebus out on national tv.

Fuck

FUCK

I'd punch this wall if I wouldn't break my hand doing it. That ASSHOLE. Ugh.

Thursday, 22 March 2012

Freedom

I am finally free of that awful place they claim is a hospital, and back in my cosy house. This mostly means bed rest and not doing a lot because I have one arm in a sling, but it's cool. That'll be off soon. And besides it gives me more reason to lie around and have Erebus wait on me some more, which is always good. Married woman's dream, eh?

I don't really have much to talk about at the moment - still trying to process my failure, I guess. I'm gonna take these here painkillers, and then lie on the couch and stare at the ceiling until tea arrives or another tickle assault happens. I'm in good hands :3

that is how you use that smiley right?

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

a joke

so i was baking some pies a few days ago

and i said aw shit pie, are you done

and it said yeah, take me out i'm so baked

and i said so am i

aw yeeeeeee

haha

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Goddamnit, Sine

Here I am, lying in bed, recovering from my latest hangover, when what other sound should I hear than that goddamn VROP noise.

So I shout hello. Of course I goddamn do. I haven't seen her since Christmas! She's not even bothered to keep in touch at all - no messages, no email, not even a comment on my blog. It's like she vanished into thin air after we left. I almost got used to the lack of crazy dimension-hopping shit.

But she doesn't respond, oh no. Not a goddamn word. Just vrops off again, with my flamethrower.

I hope you're reading this, Sine. You fuck off for the better part of three months, you don't keep in touch, you don't even give us a HINT that you might be okay, and then you just come in and take my shit like you're fucking entitled to it. Not even asking, you just take it. You don't even say "hi."

Once this crippling migraine goes away and I'm able to stand without the world doing acrobatics, I'm kicking your ass.

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

Hangover :(

Gonna do my best buried Zergling impression in our bed for most of today.

If only drinking was consequence free. At least I can get Erebus to wait on me a bit. That's always nice.