Have I Got News For You!

No, actually.
I don't have news for you, but now you're reading this you might as well carry on.
Well, the rest of this week (since I last posted) has been pretty average. For my life anyway, which means a whole lot of tears and fighting. God I love being me. Please ignore the sarcasm.
Recall me mentioning my arm earlier? Yeah, it's buggered. Limited feeling and it's going to stay that way which marginally sucks. Okay, it really sort of sucks. But oh well, I've survived worse. And I can still play Super Mario with my left hand. Who needs a right hand anyway?
Not I, I say, not I.
Manyways, yesterday I escorted Madd's (as in Madison as in a little bit of Madison will clear that up right away, Sir...lol) to a play in the village hall. *nods solemnly* We actually came across as quite respectable until I parked the car and Mika ran straight into the door. lol. But yeah, met up with the guys and Dan (God I love that girl =D ) and went to see Matt and Pip's play. It was actually brilliant, seriously, they it was immensely good and I'm ever so proud of them. Little thespians. And I finally understand why Matt's been repeatedly stabbing people with blunt pencils and yelling "Stab stab...stabby stab stab!" for weeks. But yeah, they were epic.
A point of non-epicness now however. If any guys are reading this then they'll possibly know how hard it is to have to live with making your girlfriend cry. Guys of the planet earth, I am Mr guilt-trip! I really really hate this sometimes. I really hate dying. It fucks every aspect of your life right up, I swear to God. It's easy to pretend to be okay, it really is. But being in this position does not make me suddenly fearless or perfect or invincible or even capable of dealing with anything that I haven't been able to deal with before. I just have to pretend. I hate that.
And I hate that as soon as I let it be known to one person, just one fucking person, it causes mass breakdown. I really hate the "Please stop, for me," line. I can understand I mean, no one wants to think about a friend/boyfriend/girlfriend/family member self harming but am I denied one coping mechanism? The only one I have left? But I do hate to see her cry. So I'm gonna try and stop. Proud of me?
Yeah, you should be.
And yet another point of complete un-epic-ness. If you happen to know us in real life, the next time you see Pip give her a big hug and tell her that you love her. Lord knows she needs that, she deserves that. And if you know Pip internet-wise then please God just mention that you love her anyway and give her a virtual hug and tell her she'll be okay.
It takes a lot to make that girl cry, but Mr Lyall fucking Dane has succeeded. Yep, that's right, if that name sounds familiar then she's obviously mentioned her quest for her birth father. He didn't turn out to be all that great. Or even semi-great at all.
For those of you who knew my mum, imagine a cross between her and the wicked witch of the west with a penis and there's Mr Lyall fucking Dane for you. I feel for Pip, I really do. So let her know that you love her.
*salutes*
And that's me done for today.
Bye-bye now.