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So I've been MIA for a while. Things have been mega-busy in my life. Lots of things going on. Two family emergencies, for a start. And then, just when it seemed things were slowing down and I'd be back to fandom, evidux informed me, in so many words, that I should forget QAF UK and watch QAF US. So I downloaded it. And then started watching it. AND THEN IT STOLE MY SOUL. OMG how did I go so long without watching it?? I'm only on the second season (having a kid means you can't sit at the comp watching endless amounts of whatever), BUT IT'S ALL I THINK ABOUT. I just. I can't even. IS BRIAN EVER GOING TO TELL JUSTIN HE LOVES HIM?! AJKSHDSHGFJGHGFGF And why did I come to it so late, when the fandom's probably already dead? Gah. Oh well. At least it means lots and lots of fanfic to read once I'm done watching. DUDE. I HAVE NOT BEEN THIS EXCITED/OBSESSIVE ABOUT SOMETHING SINCE THE EARLY HP DAYS. It's consumed me. I had a brief affair with Twilight (should change default icon now, actually), but then I got over it within, like, a week. I can't even make it half-way through New Moon. I'll probably go and see the film, but my obsession was less than a flash in the pan. Thank god. Between HP, SPN, McFly and QAF, I have quite enough fandoms to keep up with. Especially as two of those fandoms are HUGE. Is it me, or is McFly fandom kind of... dying? Well, not dying, because I'm sure the new album's gonna breathe new life into it -- but I've never been in a fandom where there's this big gap of non-activity. There seems to be only about one fic posted a day, sometimes not even that. It saddens me, because as soon as I got my time back, I sat down to read all the lovely fics I'd missed in my absence... only there were hardly any to choose from. THANK GOD FOR QAF. I have to make a start on the charity fic. I MUST. And I know I'm late to this particular party, but GO HARRY! YAY! Well done, that boy. :D
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So there's a chance I might give off that 'biker chick' look sometimes. I have long, wild, black hair (if I don't straighten it, which I didn't today), tattoos, sometimes big black straps 'n buckles boots, and 99% of the time I'm in Zep/Metallica/etc t-shirts. And apparently, if today is anything to go by (when I was in fact fully decked-out in said gear), there's a chance I might *attract* biker dudes. See, I was in Tesco's today doing the weekly shop (lol, boring housewife) and there was this biker in there. He was about 40, had all the leather and chains, etc. He bought only one thing: cat food. HOWEVER -- he followed me around, from aisle to aisle, for the entire 90 minutes I was there. He made any random excuse to speak to me -- I also had cat food, so he wanted to know about my cats; wanted to know who did my tats; if I was gonna buy him anything nice (wtf?); if my son (who was with me) was gonna grow up to be a biker or a rockstar (my son is the next Slash, btw, tru fax); what was my name, what was my son's name, where did I like to go for a drink; if I lived far, if I was married, if I worked, if I liked bikers, IF I THOUGHT HE WAS TOO "MATURE" FOR ME. Okay, so, yeah. People get chatted up by random men in supermarkets all the time. Can't say it happens very often to me, especially as most the time I'm usually looking haggard and stressed, trying to shut up my tantrum-throwing kid, but whatever -- it made a nice change, I suppose. BUT THEN, however, he was waiting outside for me, asking if I wanted a lift home (bikers drive cars too, apparently). I politely declined, saying I had someone who was picking me. He said "no problem" and drove off. Yay. Relief. BUT! He followed me home. I kid you not. All the way home I could see him following two cars behind, and he stopped at the end of my street as I turned in. You can see my house from the end of the street. HE KNOWS WHERE I LIVE. Of course I immediately phoned the hubby. He told me to lock all the doors and windows and to keep the phone handy, which I have done. Hubby's working until about 1am tonight, can't get away, so it's just me and the baby here alone. jkahsjdghsgdshfdgf It's not like I can phone the police -- biker dude hasn't technically done anything wrong. OMG GUYS WHAT IF HE COMES AROUND. HE LOOKED LIKE THE SORT TO JUST SHOW UP UNANNOUNCED. HE WAS FUCKING PERSISTANT!! (sp - persistent? whatevs) *afraid* Now I can't fucking concentrate on anything. FFS! Bang goes my update in honour of Danny's bday. :( Current Mood: HELP
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