I found out last night that my Mum’s idiot boyfriend believes wholeheartedly that spiders have six legs.
I don’t know why I was surprised to be honest. This is after all a man who has his own name on a tattoo.
Finished painting Starscream Not completely sure if it’s an improvement, but he’s smirking now and his guns sparkle.
The train wi-fi has a content blocking system that includes games and it just feels like one intrusion too far, like this isn’t work or school, my time when travelling should be my own
I don’t really know what is blogette-appropriate and what’s vent thread-appropriate to be honest, and I suspect it’s an artificial distinction that only exists in my own head anyway