This song has been owning my ass for weeks now! And satisfyingly, the awesome Band of Skulls are Blighty boys! Home grown talent always makes me feel a little bit proud to be British, especially when a shitload of credit/recognition is given where rightly due.
However, as much as I may dig Band of Skulls right now, there is only one British export worthy of me donning a pair of Union Jack knickers and streaking outside the gates of Buckingham Palace - his holy hawtness that is RPattz! Nom nom nom! Although when it comes to Mr P my preference of course would be to go without the patriotic panties! *smirk*
Smut aside for a moment my loves (yes, v. hard to do when naughty RobPorn induced thoughts are near impossible!) my squishy little sentimental side kinda misses him! What with him being the worlds most in-demand guy an workin his (probably dirty) socks off, his schedule unsurpisingly takes him far to most excellent places, which is the coolest of beans for him. But in vain, I nurse a silent slightly selfish plea that he will at some point remember his UK fans and eventually get that exquisite ass of his on a big shiny plane and come the hell home. Amen!
In the meantime...
I payed my dealer Ang a visit and played "Do, Dump, Marry" which was a fuckload of fun - a few tricky choices there!
I am awaiting the joy that is payday so that I can finally purchase me a Pocket Edward from Ebay. Whoot! He shall be my companion and I shall love him and he shall come to work with me every day.
I go back to college next Tuesday to start an A Level in English Literature and panic at the thought is creeping in a little more each day! I enrolled on the course purely for recreational purposes and even paid a whack load for the priviledge! But I'm 25 and being taunted by the fact that I haven't been in an academic environment since I finished college in 2002! Going back for 32 weeks suddenly seems daunting...*gulp*
However, as much as I may dig Band of Skulls right now, there is only one British export worthy of me donning a pair of Union Jack knickers and streaking outside the gates of Buckingham Palace - his holy hawtness that is RPattz! Nom nom nom! Although when it comes to Mr P my preference of course would be to go without the patriotic panties! *smirk*
Smut aside for a moment my loves (yes, v. hard to do when naughty RobPorn induced thoughts are near impossible!) my squishy little sentimental side kinda misses him! What with him being the worlds most in-demand guy an workin his (probably dirty) socks off, his schedule unsurpisingly takes him far to most excellent places, which is the coolest of beans for him. But in vain, I nurse a silent slightly selfish plea that he will at some point remember his UK fans and eventually get that exquisite ass of his on a big shiny plane and come the hell home. Amen!
In the meantime...
I payed my dealer Ang a visit and played "Do, Dump, Marry" which was a fuckload of fun - a few tricky choices there!
I am awaiting the joy that is payday so that I can finally purchase me a Pocket Edward from Ebay. Whoot! He shall be my companion and I shall love him and he shall come to work with me every day.
I go back to college next Tuesday to start an A Level in English Literature and panic at the thought is creeping in a little more each day! I enrolled on the course purely for recreational purposes and even paid a whack load for the priviledge! But I'm 25 and being taunted by the fact that I haven't been in an academic environment since I finished college in 2002! Going back for 32 weeks suddenly seems daunting...*gulp*
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