Best. Valentine. Evar.

I luff my husband. Disney & McDonald's. I'm a cheap date.
The Princess & The Frog was beyond beautiful. Hand drawn Disney wins life forever. Just one thing, though...
NOBODY WARNED ME I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO STOP CRYING.
Fuck you for that.

But Tiana was beautiful and Charlotte was hilarious and erm... she was me. And: "HEY STELLLAAAAAAAA!!!!" OMG I squeed so loud.  And all the little Disney in-jokes, and the baddie was SO sexybad and all the ancillary characters were pure Disney genius. But yeah, the hand-drawn-ness. Beautiful. I hope so dearly that they realize that it's OKAY TO DRAW SHIT WITHOUT COMPUTERS. It looked so much more beautiful than it would have if they'd done it otherwise. But yeah. Um. NEXT TIME WARN ME IF I'M GONNA BE GUTTED, OK?!?!?

But I got Surprise!McDonald's, so I was ok in the end. Mmmm. When you're broke as fuck, McDonald's is *such* a treat, you have no idea. It was delicious. I stuffed those delectable fries into my wordhole like nobody's business. Why do they screw you out of ketchup so hard, though? What happened to the days of unlimited free ketchup for all?

**VERY IMPORTANT EDIT** The Great British Ketchup Crisis.

Also I wore my bestest princess shirt:

And I put froggy princess Sweet Libertine on today and OMGWIN it totally held up through my waterworks. (which, by the way, started during the When You Wish Upon A Star overture when the Disney logo came on screen before the movie even began)

Twist of Lime (frog) and Studio 54 (princess). With a bit of Striptease around the edges for pixie dust.

And now I am home, under my lovely bunny quilt, on my lovely sofa, with my lovely kitty asleep on my lap, and my lovely husband all covered in sparkles from my glitter lip gloss, watching EastEnders. Such a happy day.

Sunday the 14th.

I heart Valentine's Day.
I heart all holidays. Scrooges piss me off. Don't whine about Valentine's Day to me. If you're single, shut up and treat yourself. If you're not, shut up and enjoy it. Kiss my Tinkerbutt.

It's about 4 minutes to midnight now & I'm gonna give my husband his prezzie when it turns midnight. I spent a long time very upset about what I made him. It didn't work, at first. At all. There's no pattern for what I wanted to make him, I totally just winged this. Wung it? Wang it? Haha. Wang. Lol.

Have you ever bloody tried to knit a TINY hockey mask??!!? Seriously? Bloody hell. It looked like shit.

So was I. I cried.
But then I fixed it.

And now he is cute. And I have crocheted a machete.
When I was putting dry rice in his butt to give him a little bit of weight so he'd stand up, I was also looking around for something in the kitchen to dirty up his mask a little bit. Worcestershire sauce seemed as good an idea as any.

Oh fuck. I don't think I can resist.


Have a killer Valentine's Day.


Fuck. Strangle me in a hockey mask for that, seriously.
You're allowed.

 No, really. I want you to. That was bad.


Also, this is the sweetest picture I have ever seen:

Jason loves his mommy.

And now I have to figure out how to crochet myself a Freddy.