so long, farewell...

ok, all that stuff happened last week and it was utter chaos. I love everyone who helped with my party, baked me cakes iced with sugar vomit, chose me clothes, bought me radios and flowers and gin, signed my cake and helped to get me toasted instead of packed.
I'm now in Yorkshire, it's fucking cold an fucking frosty and there's still too many cardboard boxes full of quite important things.

but the good news is that my internet is working, so instead of unpacking and writing and finding a job, I can play on livejournal and watch the Nine in the Afternoon video a few thousand times and laugh at the complete spazzitude of Brendon Urie. and hey, you can too - clicky.