Not only am I getting older (shaddup), I seem to be changing genders AND accents. I actually said these words today, with absolutely no irony (But the Stephen-King-Maine-accent is only a LEETLE exaggerated).
“Lahnguh it stays s’ wahm, wuss it’ll be when wintuh comes.”
WTF? Since when am I the creepy dude from “Pet Semetary?” I had managed to get used to being the one who can tell when “stahm’s a’comin'” by the ache in my craptastic joints, but seriously? Now I’m a walking goddamn Farmer’s Almanac? Great, this will make me EVEN MORE fun to be around.
Now onto something completely different… I knew it, I KNEW IT… Mina has managed to get herself knocked up. I’m figuring Marceau got one in (no pun intended… okay, maybe a little) just under the wire before HE got fixed, and now she’s going to the doctor her ownself (’cause Hoody don’t need no shit from the ghost of Bob Barker OR a passel of inbred waterhead kittens!). I’m kinda hoping she’s just fat… but I doubt it.
House full of fucking Lannisters, is what I’ve got.