Oh!
Oh!
Don't say anything! I know what you're all thinking!
WHERE CAN I GET SUCH AN AWESOME HAT?!
Where indeed my little munchkins, where indeed. See how he wears his hat - this is a man with superior hat-buying skillz. The 'z' is for ZOMG. Or he got his nan to knit it - in which case, holy rock star hot wheelz grandma!
Oh, but I digress. I also have an awesome hat - as evidenced recently on a Dolly Parton night out -
That's the hat of champions.
ANYWAY.
What the blistering hell is with this new layout?! Why does TV.com want me to turn the lights out? Why can't I bloody well find anything on here?
And:
Hello!
Godaaaamn, it's good to be back. Judging from the state of TV.com, I'm not back for good. It's looking a bit frayed round the edges this place, which is sad.
I just want to see who's still around and catch up in the comments.
My thanks go to Charlie and Mollete (miss that BM? 
) for alerting me to the fact that people are knocking around here that I may want to exchange words with. Oh God, certain people I would like to exchange rocks with.
Most people, kind words. But of course
So...yeah. I'm alive, as can be evidenced by these written words on your great big telly box.
Yeah, but all that aside, I have changed. Those who remember my past forays into this blog know I was having a hard time back then. I can assure you that was the worst year of my life. It's thanks to you lot I got through it.
And now I'm graduated and doing a masters degree in design, I'm happier than I have been for a while and I have a boyfriend of six weeks (yeah yeah, but to me that's a long time) who looks like a keeper.
GOD HOW BORING IS THE HAPPINESS
Let's stop flipping well talking about me already, (hahaha I forgot that they censor words here) how the hell are YOU?! I mean, seriously? How ARE YOU?!
xxxx