Love, Actually, Is All Around

Can someone please tell me if this new font is readable? I got bored of the one I had and thought this was a cool change ‘cause it looks like actual writing, but I need other people’s inputs. Because this blog is for you, my fans. And by fan I mean person who came across this blog while looking for something else.

"I am Colin, God of Sex. I’m just on the wrong continent."

If you ask any North American woman, chances are that they will gush about the attractiveness of the English accent on a man (or woman…I don’t discriminate). And it’s true. Just as Colin Frissell, from Love Actually, naturally, states - English women don't understand the adorableness of an English accent. But put me in a room with a Canadian man and an Englishman, I will probably gravitate toward the Englishman (and if he’s Scottish? Gravitate doesn’t even begin to describe what I’ll do). So all you British men? Call me.

"To me, you are perfect."

Also from Love Actually. See? This movie is amazing. (Disclaimer: there’s some nudity. Just…I don’t know how old you are…). Who doesn’t want someone to say this to them? I mean, it’s no secret that I’m pretty cynical and more of a guy when it comes to love than a woman. But I would love for a guy to say this to me (preferably one that I am also in love with. Because if I’m not in love with that guy, then it could get pretty awkward…). It’s just so simple. And lovely.

Ok, I’m done.

"Well hello, Mr. Fireman."

On Friday night, I arrived home from one of my girlfriend’s and was very tired, so I decided to lay down in my trundle bed. I promptly fell asleep. I was awoken an hour and a half later by my smoke detector freaking out. The rest of the night played out as follows:

10:30pm – Smoke detector starts screaming. Sit straight up in bed and stare at the detector for a second. Very disoriented. Jump up and smack smoke detector. Stops screaming. Can hear it going off in the hall but decide that it can’t be anything serious and get back in bed. What? I was tired!

10:40pm – Smoke detector starts screaming again. Jump up and smack it. Does not turn off. Walk around in circles for a minute, trying to decide what to do. Grab chair to stand on and rip detector off ceiling. Press reset button. Starts making other weird noises along with the screaming. Cover ears. Decide covering ears isn’t effective. Jump off stool and run around apartment trying to find pants. Locate pants. Run into the hall.

10:50pm – Firemen are walking the hallway. Hair is all over the place. Shit. Yell out “my fire alarm is freaking out!” Hottie Fireman comes to my rescue. Upon entering apartment, Hottie Fireman notices that smoke detector is hanging from its wires. “I, um, tried to turn it off.” I then notice that there is a pair of underwear on the floor in my room. Very visible to Hottie Fireman. Must learn to put dirty clothes in basket in closet. Very embarrassing.

10:55pm – Hottie Fireman goes and gets other firemen. Quickly throw underwear and other clothes into closet. Three firemen come back. Hottie and two oldies that are not hot. Still. They ask me what happened. I explain, realizing then how dumb I sound. They examine the hanging smoke detector. Decide that it is very old and needing replacement. Then Hottie puts it back in its little holder thing on the ceiling. Old Fireman tells me to vacuum the detector (yeah, because vacuuming the smoke detector is something I’m going to do. I barely vacuum my floors). “Will it go off again, Mr. Fireman?” “Probably. Ok, have a great night!” Um…

It did get fixed, but the rest of the story is uneventful. Also, Hottie Fireman wasn’t married. I checked his hand. Maybe he will marry me. I love him.

Love,

Bella