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This is just a short memo to say, please visit Claire and Alyson's site. It's ace.

posted by Steve @ 9:48 pm 0 comments

I'm under your spell, how else could it be, anyone could notice me?


You are The Gift!


Which Buffy Episode Are You?
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posted by Steve @ 8:31 pm 0 comments

All you girls when you look into the mirror tell me how do you appear? Well, you're superficial, I'm a misfit, but baby that's okay...

I finally have my once broken pooterbox back in my possession, and have celebrated by spending all day on the Internet. As you do.

This is a very short diary entry, as I have nothing to say.

Boys are problematic, aren't they?

posted by Steve @ 10:08 pm 0 comments

If it wasn't for all of your torture I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down...

Not a big post today, just want to draw attention to the fact that not enough internet attention is given to this man:



Purty, isn't he? That's the lovely Tom Lenk, who plays geeky but cute Andrew Wells in Buffy The Vampire Slayer, a show for which I am currently in mourning, so it's best not to push me on this topic.

posted by Steve @ 2:00 pm 0 comments

If I had Shakespeare's way with words, I would write a sonnet, put your name upon it...

Somehow I don't think I would. If I had Shakespeare's way with words, I would use it to make myself very wealthy, I wouldn't waste it on writing a sonnet for some two-bit bint who probably wouldn't appreciate it anyway. Actually, I think I'd rather have Shekespere's way with words, then I could produce songs for ruh n buh artists in America, and make tons of cash. Sometimes I'm so witty I amaze myself.

I have now been sans laptop and internet connection at home for a week. It's not funny any more. And I can't read half the stuff I want to at work. Ooh, think of all the great many gaydar messages I'll have waiting for me. What's that you say? Just the one? From a creepy looking forty year old man wanting to show me a picture of his dick? Crikey. Ah well, beggars can't be choosers. Except this one. I'll be a chooser.

In other news (how much do I use that phrase), my quest to go to the gym and get propa buff! lol! OMG! lol! gathers apace. I have a full gym induction tomorrow night. Say goodbye to lanky panda, and hello to buff panda with biceps to die for. Hope springs eternal. Unless you're in Eternal, hope doesn't really spring for them any more.

posted by Steve @ 1:03 pm 0 comments

Baby let me take you somewhere only this girl's allow-ow-ow-owed...

Bless me father, for I have sinned. I have neglected my blog for nearly a month now, and I have no excuse, particularly when the lovely Mr Popjustice linked to here from his page. I promise to repent, and I shall say five Hail Nicolas every day. I would like to apologise to anyone who came here from the Popjustice site, and indeed to all my regular readers (I think there's about five of you now, I'm doing well...)

It's been a very emotional day. My heart leapt into my mouth when I heard that The Mighty Girls Aloud were to be playing at my old university's Summer Ball this year. Good news, I hear you cry. Well, not exactly. See, I don't have a ticket. I was all set to rant and rave and cry and kill my children when I read on my old SU website that the Aloud have cancelled due to a conflict of bookings. Therefore I no longer need to hatch a cunning plan to steal a ticket from a naive fresher with the cunning use of disco lights, a smoke machine and a vat of houmous. My sympathies go out to those attending the ball who now have to watch D-Side instead.

In other news, I love Scott from Big Brother. I really do. I realise that this is a terrible and corrupt thing to say, but look at this:
Don't you just want to do all sorts of unmentionable things to him in that cub scout's uniform? I'd like to take him somewhere only this boy's allow-ow-ow-owed, let me tell you.

If anyone wants me, I'll be seeking help.

posted by Steve @ 11:53 am 0 comments