Ok so the phone line is out in my flat. No dialtone = no internet = no tumblr = saaaadface. Knowing British Telecom it’ll be a few weeks till I’m back among the living. So forgive me a brief hiatus, I’ll return soon as I can and better than ever (with no doubt lots of Man of Steel feels to have all over your dash) but till then this is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.
Sus, 30, London-based, Australian-born.
Buffy, 18th Century anything, OTT 90's action movies, costume dramas, Veronica Mars, The Police, The X-Files, Joan Jett, Ridley Scott, bluegrass, Firefly, hot tea, cold lemonade, Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Philip Pullman, Patrick O'Brian, Tarantino, the teen movie oeuvre from any decade, the first 2 Terminators, ditto Alien(s), Viggo Mortensen, Indiana Jones and Dorothy L. Sayers.
So there’s a guy who works on the same floor as me: he’s built like Paul Bettany, he has froofy Hugh-Grant-in-4-Weddings hair, and he dresses like one of the Tweed/anglophilia blogs. No, but really.
He is a problem when I’m trying to get work done.
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