Even though I have a Scottish surname, I’ve never considered myself Scottish. Until now. I feel that I can final understand where that crass John Barrowman character is coming from. Watch out, Fiancé-mou, I’m wearing a kilt to the wedding!
January 28, 2009
January 26, 2009
I’m in training to be the best Hausfrau ever.
And this is the equipment I will be investing in to fulfil my dreams, because dreams are my reality.
My spirit is circumcised, my horn unblown.
Unless you walk in my moccasins, you have no right to judge.
January 21, 2009
January 15, 2009
January 14, 2009
January 11, 2009
January 10, 2009
January 09, 2009
I am a Singstar ABBA convert.
Thanks, Daryl. Now my voice has been fed back to me even faggier and depressingly than on the old camcorders. I thought puberty had cured me of such wretched squeeks and squelches. Le boo. Le hoo.
January 08, 2009
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