mommy commented that even my toes have gotten chunkier. and how! good times!
haven’t watched the tudors religiously, just a few snips of some episodes here and there. mostly cuz i feel like they sexed up the story way too much and it’s the type of sexual perspective more reflective of the now than, say, back in the 14-1500s. plus, well, the hotness of jonathan rhs meyers is so, so different than what henry supposedly was like. i can’t get my mental image of the historical henry out of my head and thus equate the entire series, wonderful and fabulous though it is, to be yet another grand cinematic fanboy love letter to sexuality.
so saying, i get depressed when seeing the plight of catherine. that musta hurt, through and through.
even more repeats of lifehouse’s you and me today. can’t fucking help it. even though i really really wanna destroy! cut off! flip that whole mess upside down!!
etcetra and so forth. yieah.
plus, i feel like feeding the world cream puffs for some odd, odd reason.