I've had a good weekend. Andrew and I talked on the phone for long periods of time... It was nice. I watched some chainsaw sheering mayhem with cheesy storylines... the only thing I do regret was turning on The Descent at about half one in the morning, when I was really tired, only to peer up and see some little ****ing creepy monster on the screen.

It scared the shit out of me and I refused to watch the rest. That's maybe the first time I've turned a horror over without watching the rest or at least watching patches of it.
Horrible horrible film, although........ I probably didn't watch properly and got sidetracked. When I looked up, I just did not like what I ****ing saw, 'nuff said.

We had the usual Sunday dinner, and as usual I ate about the amount that a five year old might. But I'm all PMS'y so I ate chocolate. Lots of chocolate, and the rest of that, my friends, is complete history. Seriously, I began to feel sick and wondered why the Hell I'd eaten mistrels AND rolo's. I wanted to puke, but I didn't.

I also ate a garlic bread. Ha.

Oh, and I just saw boobs on TV. LOLBOOBS.

And now a fat ass. I'm turning this shit off.