with the whole rising from the metaphorical death part, not the being a fictional character part. (ooooooooo.)
its been MONTHS since I blogged, one of you, yes you, crappy bastards decided it would be nice to send me abusive messages, that echoed with my lack of enthusiasm for cunts meant I just put the laptop down for a bit.
i’ve given you enough time to calm the fuck down, i’m a horrible parent/person I get it.
but, I make a mean banana bread, so, fuck you.
seriously, opinions only matter when you’re not being an arse.
so email me that one day a year that happens.
I hope you’re over it.
ill see you bastards tomorrow, when we’ll all have a nice cup of tea and a catch up.
peace >_< (^)