Just spent the last hour discussing with Mother who’d I’d have miniaturized to pocket size if I could.
She said she wouldn’t have a Matt Smith miniature because she’d love to have him as a Son in Law…
She actually seemed disappointed in me that I wasn’t somehow magically married. Believe me, if it were possible, it would have happened and you’d have your perfect son in law by now.
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Men and Women that cause me pain and/or will, ultimately, be the death of me.
Top however many I think of (in alphabetical order)
- Mat Baynton
- Benedict Cumberbatch
- Arthur Darvill
- Zooey Deschanel
- Robert Downey Jr
- Nathan Fillion
- Martin Freeman
- Tom Hiddleston
- Scott Hutchison
- Frank Iero
- Simon Neil
- Matt Smith
- David Tennant
Most likely to be revised and made into a list of 20 (probably more) but this is who I thought of first. Yup. The reason behind this was that I was going to sleep and this just popped into my head. My sleepy brain, blame it.
(Revisions in bold)
Look at my baby on the cake. He’s saying ‘Look at me and my TARDIS aren’t we sexy?’
OMG
Mother is bribing me into going in town with her tomorrow.
If I go, she’ll buy the Matt Smith poster that she didn’t get me on holiday. I really hate going in town and I really really hate going with her but she knows one of my weaknesses. Fuck.
I’ve also decided that when I decorate my room, one wall will be TARDIS blue. I’ve never realised how much I love that colour as an actual colour. Dark wood floor with white and blue walls. yup.
That reminds me…
I was so close to having a giant poster of Matt Smith but then my parents weren’t sure I liked him, so they didn’t buy it…
I had a dream I was making scones with Matt Smith.
But they weren’t just any scones. They were scones from a recipe book by Dave Grohl.
