Giles for the win

Yes, yes a thousand times yes. In any event, I've been in love with Giles (no I don't recognise his actual name) since I saw him laughing hard at a very dirty Buffy-related joke at an awards ceremony. Oh the times we would have together.

Word

Signs I need to get a life #17

This actually made me really angry. For at least a few minutes.

Advice to live by

"Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick and pull yourself together." 

(Elizabeth Taylor)

I have a two-pack

Kind of. That's right: I kind of have a two-pack!. It popped up overnight: last night, as I wiped Connoisseur choc-chip caramel ice-cream from my mouth and hopped into bed I swear my stomach looked like normal. Today: abs! Two of them! Okay, sure, most people who *have abs* have a six pack. Maybe even an eight-pack. But as someone who last had stomach definition back in the nineties (maybe) and has never exercised as hard as I am right now, I'll take my two puny abs and celebrate. Two is still better than none, after all. And, um, now I just have the four more to go.

Conversations

One of the State's top scientists: I've lost 13 kilograms in the past couple of months.

Me: Wow. How?

Him: Not eating.

Me: That'll do it.

Valuable ways I have spent my time lately:

Gorging on Season 3 of Veronica Mars to prepare - mentally, emotionally, um, physically?, for the Kickstarter-funded movie. Yes, I'm concerned it's going to be fan servicey as hell but do I care? Hells to the no: I've been in Logan Echolls' camp so hard since that first kiss outside the motel room in season one and man I really need to go back and revisit those early seasons, I'll see ya'll in a month.

I will be buying this month's British Vogue

In case you were interested.