thicko

I am thicko. I have just discovered that margueritas are spelt margaritas and everyone is too polite to tell me. I am burning with shame.

We also have a comment from someone calling himself Mr Machete' saying that the blog of truth is returning. The horror! I hope he does start it back up again and this time the comments aren't too nasty. I haven't quite forgotten being called a baby murderer by a crazy 'christian' type. To be fair, this person did repent of his nastiness, but I imagine he always thought of me as the type to shoot little children in their pushchairs, with a big gay loving gun hidden under my burkha.

Now, I don't consider myself a fag hag, as I'm very wary of people who want to be friends with others based on sexuality, race etc. I like to think that our chums are all lovely people with an evil sense of humour and that's the sole criteria for me. Some of our friends are gay and some aren't. That's that. However, I do find myself desperately, haggishly wanting to be chums one of the Fab Five men (US not UK). They are all just lovely. There's Carson, very funny with an underlying bitterness; Jai, so cute and energetic; Ted, who never quite gets the food and drink right; Kyan, eyes a little too close for true beauty and saddled with the boring job of being a shaving guru and my very favourite, Thom. I don't know why I adore Thom so much. I don't want to have his babies or anything vile like that, I haven't googled him to find out any more information about him, I don't even watch every show. It's bizarre, but I just love him.