Um, Aimee, love. You know, almost all movies, like almost all other stories, will answer all your questions in good time if you just SHUT THE HELL UP AND WATCH THE MOVIE!
Well, Sean, there's a difference between what Aimee "knows" and what she knows.
I also suspect that 75% of the time she just does it to see if I'll have a stroke.
I should take to reminding her, before the start of any movie, that we don't have life insurance on me. If I die because of an Aimee-induced apoplectic brain-rupture, she gets nothing but my debt and my comic books.
Not that that will stop her, necessarily, but it may give her pause.
I love Applets and Cotlets.
He was cast as "Mr. Beaver," a non-speaking and perhaps in the book a non-existent role; I, having been cast as Lucy, was removed from the position and offered the role of Mrs. Aslan. MRS. ASLAN.
!!!
Other people already beat me to it. So - What They Said.
Meanwhile, wrt the Dread Visa Scenario, I think I have misunderstood the money situation. Which is good. I
think
that it's either £28 or £45 that I need to pay. Which seems like a pittance now that I've had the whole £200 thing.
ion, I have been home 3 days, and have not yet had occasion to tell / accidentally show my mum the tattoo. I sort of feel I should, because I don't want to be lying to them, and because I love it lots, and maybe perhaps insh'allah they (or Mum, at least) might like it? Maybe? Hmm. We'll see. I'm kind of planning on wearing something that will make it visible, and lead to a 'Why yes, I do have a tattoo! Didn't I mention it?' revelation, I think. Seems like the best plan.
ioon, I think I need to marry this boy. And perhaps also this girl and this boy. Yes. Maybe even this boy.
Actually, I keep finding people who sound lovely - although very many of them are in the US. And they're probably all Seekretly Evil, or something.
I was woken up at 8:30 by someone pounding on the front door and shouting something that sounded like "I sleeped in front of your house!" (My brain, when slightly more awake, decided this may have been "I'm leaving it in front of your house." Which makes slightly more sense?) By the time I was awake enough to process that I ought to do something, I looked out the window and saw door-pounding person talking to our neighbor. Then I went back to sleep until 12. Still have no idea what was up with that.
...um. No?
::scurries off to edit post::
Ha! That boy! Yes! The one who likes poetry and comics and is working as a nurse and wants to be Stephen Fry when he grows up. Yes.
(I think Gloomcookie's GF would object to me marrying her.)
ioon, I think I need to marry this boy.
MM? Pretty sure he's already married. I think I remember hearing something about that.
It's all a farce.
True story. I'm her beard.
ETA: Hey, Fay! Wanna marry Aimee?
Customer Service Hell, Entry #5,672:
Dumbass on Phone: "Hi. I have some questions about my husband's insurance. I'm totally authorized to ask this because I'm his wife."
Me: "Okay. What's your husband's name?"
DoP: "[Name]"
Me: "And what company does he work for?"
DoP: "I don't know what it's called. Mid-Something. Mid-grade Aggravation, maybe?" (No, I am not exaggerating or fabricating for humorous purposes. Actual Quote.)
Me: "You don't...know where he works?"
DoP: "No. Why, is it that important?"
