So, ladies and gents. I have been on an arctic expedition. As many of you will know, the strange land of Great Britain has been 'dusted' with a light covering of snow (well over my knees... caressing my thighs...). Most of the country has been sensible and reasonable and stayed at home. But not me. Oh no. I ventured all the way to Oxford and back. All these people who say they're snowed in are completely lying- I've travelled over 200 miles these past couple of days entirely on public transport and it was pretty much fine. And Derbyshire has had pretty much the worst of it (see above photo- that's my mum on the way to our house). Pah, people are such wimps.
Anyway, writing is too tiring (and I am TIRED. TIRED BEYOND BELIEF.) so here's a selection of pictures from my little trip to show you all the things you can still do if you've got no blood. Be jealous.
Cancer does not stop you from bum rapeing yourself with protesters' remnants.
Cancer does not stop you from transforming into a caterpillar at any given moment.
Cancer does not stop you posing with bearded men.
Cancer does not interfere with your beauty sleep. In fact, it promotes it pretty strongly. By that rule I should be absolutely fucking stunning.
Night peoples. Stay sexy.
xXx
P.s Note that in the new pictures that's MY REAL HAIR MY OWN REAL BEAUTIFUL SLIGHTLY GREY HAIR you're seeing.
But, but you are absolutely fucking stunning :)
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