Everyday, everyday, everyday I’m suffering,
everyday Im suffering from Terminal Addiction.
It’s amazing how such a (hopefully) little thing can occur and there be peace between my mother and I. Even if this only lasts a few days, the feeling of coming home to a calmer house is making this week a little easier.
I’ve got a tumblr. I don’t know why, I probably won’t have anything to post but here goes.
Mayyttt. My end of year coursework - some inspector comes assess the syllabus through an A-Z, little ropey I know, but it came out a lot better than...
The real reason why Tony was poking Bruce.
An extremely overdue piece of info graphics about my current course
Definitely got myself a new hat!
And yeah, it might be from the guys section, and it may make me look like a farmer, but it was three quid and I...
These two mean so fricking much to me.
I’m going to take a picture of my firstborn son and use age progression software to figure out what he’ll look like when he is 18....
Okay, so I may be slightly ginger.
I went to see it last night. Knowing Whedon, I was expecting a fairly traditional horror film, albeit with very clever, self-aware dialogue. Oh, how...
We like Ireland.
