Marry me, Daenerys!

DRACONOS!

Last night I had the strangest dream.
Pretty sure I was Daenyrs. Which is awesome. She's the best.
I had tiny dragons that landed on my fingers and I was wondering if I should get them a cage, but a bird cage seemed stupid and someone was trying to steal my dragons... a cage seemed cruel to my super awesome dragon friends.

I would possibly share her with Karl Drogo because he's pretty boss.
Maybe.

Anyway. Last night I had a 'bit' of wine at a friend's house & ate everything in sight.

Isn't it stupid how your life could be falling apart and you worry about eating too much because fuck knows nobody wants to be with the fat one.
Yea, yeah.
Body image positive BS.

Really, we should be worrying about our image, because even with all the media telling people to be super hawt we have people draining the health system because they like cake a bit too much.

So if everyone was super fine with their image and the media made it seem like it was okay? Lord only knows I'd survive on a diet of cheese cake and zambraros. (Even more so than normal).

It's not okay to be BIG.
You die, yo.
Ain't nobody got time for that!

I watch Game of Thrones and I think 'wow, she's super cool, I want dragons, but goddam she's hawt. I want to be like that'.

I've dyed my hair blonde (see: raped the shit out of it with bleach), and I still think, man I want to be able to pull off leather rags and still look that good!

Million dollar idea:
Can we make the sexy leather armour look come in?
Imagine it. All these sexy boys in clothes that SCREAM "I'll kill a bear for you so we can feast and then fuck until everything hurts"
Is this not desirable?
Hellz yeah it is.
And for you lads, does the idea of a rustic, raw, trend where the girls aren't dressed up like cakes and instead look like awesome warrior maidens?

That would be awesome.
I hope some awesome fashion designer is trolling blogs for ideas because god knows I do not know how to sew or even how to go about DRAWING a realistic design for this. I'll try though, guise. Don't you worry about that.

I like you so much better when you're not a douche

So at StoneDay I met the singer from The Grisworlds.
Nice guy, funny & approachable.

I had this weird moment where when I was watching him on stage I felt like. Hm. I feel like I'm going to meet him. Would I sleep with him? Is he too much older than me? Fuck that, he's from a band. But where would we go?

Yes. My brain managed to stress about an imaginary scenario that I created just from a "feeling" that I got when looking at them perform. We did end up meeting, because I was near the front of the stage and he was hovering there whilst someone else was performing and he was rad. However we did not have passionate sex that night (or any other night as far as I'm aware) and I will never know what our babies will look like.

I actually have been listening to their music so much more now because of this. By that of course I mean listening to two songs over and over again on youtube. I don't know if you can buy their CD. But also buying music is... foreign.

 Going to concerts is also foreign to me. Going out and seeing live music is exciting. It' like. Greater than youtube & winamp.

Reading Frankie magazine and listening to indie tunes, I feel a bit like perhaps this indie craze has not left me unaffected. Oh my!  I enjoy their wall planners that include two months too. It makes me realise how much I have on.
And now empty my Fridays are.

Work work work Tues-Fri.
But now I have Mondays off and I'm not particularly sure what to do with them.
Thus here we are!

Whatamidoingwithmylife.

OH GAWD.

I also had the pleasent experience of a hen's night.
SO much grog.
So much honesty of how we are terrible people.
But it's okay; we're all terrible.