Gah!

So, here we are. The England team really do suck. It was only a matter of time until the truth came out.

Bloody football players, falling apart because a 18 year old Shrek look alike leaves the pitch. You would have thought that with the amount they get paid they would be able to pay attention for 90 minutes!

And Beckham! WTF! I think the nation’s fascination with Golden Balls is near an end, thank God, hopefully his skinny wife will sod off too.

I’m not sure who I want to win now, maybe France, or the Chez Republic – they have the best looking players. Yes, I can be that shallow.

[/obligatory English ranting football post]

Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes...

Get away from me plot bunnies!

Back damn you!

*waves arms*

I've got work to do.

Be gone!


Ten points to anyone who can tell me where the title of the post comes from...

*urge to kick computer rising*

I think this must be International Live Journal is a Bitch day.

Or is it me?

*picks LJ up and shakes it*

I've suddenly come over all depressed for some reason. And there's no chocolate in the house. I need a fluffy fic and I need it now!

To a fan fic community, away!

Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast.