I must admit to having a certain level of curiosity as to how I've obtained 35 watchers. I know compared to a lot of people on FA that's not a lot, however, it's not as if I actually post anything seriously interesting on here and I haven't even posted art I've commissioned (my own artistic skills leave a lot to be desired - as far as I know I'm the only person that has trouble drawing stick men).

Obviously I know some of y'all are people I've met and want to keep in contact with. But I'm always curious about the other watchers, those whose names I don't recognise...

It's been a year, or close enough, that we've been together.

Having such a large distance between us has been hard, and although it's only been a little under six months since I was last there it feels like far longer than that. But at the same time when I'm talking to you the time just seems to fly past. I could sit and just listen to your voice for hours on end.

You do so much for me and I don't think you realise quite how much of a boost you've given to my confidence, my happiness, and the dozen or so other things I couldn't put a words to. Or, for that matter, the way you've changed how I look at the world. I probably don't tell you half as often as I should just how much you mean to me.
I'm sure some of the people around me are sick of the way I can go on about you. The truth is, although I talk about you a lot, I can't find the words to properly describe how I feel about you and how you make me feel.

You're an amazing woman.
I love you Crys.

What with the time difference between me and most of my friends on here and the odd hours I'm pulling at work I'm rarely around for long enough to answer questions. Apparently especially on Tuesdays. So I think I'm going to have to come up with other suggestions for different days for myself to answer questions from y'all.

I should probably note I'll only answer questions about myself, not about friends of mine ;p

Have fun.

So, I return from my travels in America. I landed safely in the UK this afternoon after only just making my connection in Dallas-Forth Worth.

I had a few problems leaving to get on the first plane though. I really did not want to be leaving the side of the amazing young woman that I was over in the US to see. I tried to make it through the airport without crying. I really did try. However, it was when I passed through security and there was then the layer of toughened glass separating us that my body decided "Hahaha. You thought you were going to look strong and manly? Guess again fool!" I just didn't want to leave her behind.

Other than the leaving the trip was very enjoyable. I met a lot of new people as well as attending TFF.

Getting ready to travel.
Panic about last minute additions and fitting things into cases. Both hand luggage and checked bag are bulging and I hope nothing gets broken. :X
Customs are going to have a field day. x.x

So. I've got some time booked off late in February and if I can get the tickets booked, insurance bought, and everything else in the million and one jobs to do between now and then should be back in the US for those two weeks.

So. This was inspired by a few things that happened recently.

Hate is a funny word. There are a lot of things I hate - by which I mean I intensely dislike them. I hate Marmite for example (I really cannot stand the taste or smell of it). There are plenty of things I dislike intensely.

But of course there's another meaning. Something that ignites more than just that strong dislike inside of me. It's the burning sort of hatred that would have me wanting to kill someone over it. Honestly there's not much that would inspire it. There are a few people from my school days that managed to earn that feeling. But now one of those few things is anyone that's homophobic (much as I hate that word because you're not scared - you're a dick). I just cannot stand people's lives being made more difficult, people being hurt and injured just because of their sexuality or just because their gender is different to the one written on their birth certificate.

I don't give a shit whether someone's homosexual, hetrosexual, bisexual, transgender, or any other word you can find. They're a person. If I get on with them then I'll be more than happy to call them a friend.

Getting ready to head home to the UK from America.
I don't want to leave.
I want to stay with my friends here.

For those who don't already know, I'll be setting off for America soon. Sort of south/south-west direction.
Give me a poke if you want.

Some of you know I hate the job I'm in at the moment.
A few of you know I went for an interview elsewhere for a job I might actually enjoy.

Short version. Didn't get it.
Slightly longer version. Didn't get it. Depressed.