These Hands Were Made To Hold

On Thursday evening, twas my inherent pleasure to see "'Tis a Pity She's a Whore". It was a story about my dearest friend, Rosanne.

Jokes, man, jokes.

It was a story of incest, wherein the sister got pregnant, and was forced to marry another man, who then beat her up, therefore upsetting the brother (as well as the fact that he could not be with his one true love) meaning that he cut out his sister's heart, waved it around a bit, which upset his father to heartattack, then killed her late sister's husband (whose servant had murdered his ex-fiancee), then the brother himself gets murdered by said servant, who had also gouged out the siblings' step mother's eyes for knowing the terrible secret.

Yeh.

So, that was really heartwarming and delightful.

AND HAD SOME FREAKIN'AMAZING ACTORS. Holy majoly, I am still in shock.

I have to say, though, the evening was marred slightly by the certain people getting upset. But we got a nice walk along the River. I heart Londong. Hahah. And London, obviously.

Friday night, Krease, Emma and I went to Scabber's house for an entirely LAME game of "I Have Never...", during which we were joined by Steve, and shortly after, Rozza. We watch-ed many films, including Robin Hood: Men In Tights, Whatever It Takes, The Producers, Love Actually, Edward Scissorhands and Big Fish.

Unfortunately, a good few of us had contracted a cold, and so we lay on the futon, sniffing all evening. Which was lovely. In fact, I was so ill, I cried torrents at the end of Edward Scissorhands. What. A. Film.

Sniff.

I was supposed to be babysitting tonight, but alas and alack, no one contacted me. Sighighgihg.

So I'll sit here and sniffle for the rest of the evening, hoping someone interesting will come online.

Cough.