I'm afraid she would annoy the living crap out of my grandparents, otherwise I'd volunteer their place. Hahah, also, now that I come to think of it, Antoine Dodson might be an awesome person to do an intervention for her—he might even get through to her!

Oh, lord, this poor child is just so dumb—that's not a crime, as most sixteen-year-olds are dumb as hell, but this kid's got the bad luck to have parents who are utter morons, too. She's trying so hard to be sexy and adult, and I just want to grab her, wash the make-up off her face, and put her on a farm somewhere in…

Oh, so that's the face I made when I watched that video!

Aaahhh, so expensive! Why so expensive? *Sigh* I am poor.

STFU, I am so in love with L'air du desert marocain! I've been totally out of my sample for a while, though. Did you get the one you were bidding for on ebay? (Also, do you know if there are any more on there—seriously, want). Timbuktu is completely amazing. It's absolutely my go-to scent. It's not even remotely…

I love perfume. I would really like to smell Alan Cumming's scent—it's supposed to be really interesting, eh? It's summer here, so I'm currently overdosing on Herba Fresca (I just wish the scent lasted longer). I'm obsessed with L'Artisan's Timbuktu all year round, though.

Ooh, crap, I did the same damn thing. How is it that Eric always ends up naked in my imagination?

Hahah, bravo, LNip! These are excellent questions that deserve our serious consideration. Also, what's the turnaround time for their applications, and what should people do in the meanwhile? Refer to themselves as "gay (pending)"?

I have a historical, a literary, and a celebrity cat. My Mum named the celebrity kitty, though, so I'm not sure if that counts. The literary (Sam Vimes! Though in fact I call him Sancho) and historical (Kublai Khan, biatch!) are all me, though. So I guess that makes me a frustrated literarily inclined academic. Oh…

I know! And the guy she's with looks a little like David Beckham, causing me to have a serious "Uhhh, what?" moment before reading the caption and looking closer.

I think that's about what I remember, too—I know for a fact I had the Lady Lovelylocks doll, and I adored it.

OMFG, Lady Lovelylocks! How did I forget about this? Even now, my memory is fuzzy (I was five in 1988, and everything before 13 is vague), but I am filled with a strange nostalgia.

Exactly! I just have to practice walking in them—LOL!

I shall probably spend Saturday night watching QI and berating myself for my lack of shopping-related self-control. I went out for a couple of summer t-shirts and came back with four shirts, a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of platforms so high I'm pretty sure that I'm the same height as my Dad in them (he is not a…

Seriously. That thing is going to haunt my nightmares. I may have to write about it so that it can haunt other people's nightmares too.

My response to this article: Go to front page. Look at picture. "Aww, baby..." Read headline. Look back up, realize the thing has descended straight into my uncanny valley. "Gah! Baby!"

Indeed Canada is my home... boy? girl? land? LOL!

Hahah, it's am-a-zing! I love Ian McKellen so much. I also snorted at "Orcs? So far from Auchland?" LMAO—so awesome.

Hahah, fair dues. Although I can't exactly claim long day—it's a holiday here in Soviet Canuckistan. (Yayyyy, Canada! Happy birthday! Actually, that gives me another reason—who doesn't drink on somebody's birthday? Especially on such an auspicious birthday as 144. It's the perfect square of 12!)

Is that the one built by the wife of the dude that invented that gun, or am I thinking of another weird house? Because either way, I super want to see it.