Got a fun package in the mail today. I guess this is what happens when you introduce your friends — especially ones who enjoy giving gifts and baking things — to Doctor Who.
My friend Stephanie has been texting me for a little over a month now as she watches the show. I’ll get text messages in the middle of the night that say things like, ”My brain just broke. I can’t brain today . . . I have the dumb,” “Oh Frick. Oh balls. Oh fup!”, and “This show is breaking my soul.” I also get nifty presents in the mail, like this TARDIS cookie jar I got for Christmas, and today, these cookies I got to fill it:
The adipose is my favorite, I think. And so appropriate, considering.
Take note that the #10 cookie is in the shape of a heart . . . because I heart him so.
WHAT!? (For the love of God, would somebody please find me a YouTube clip of David Tennant saying WHAT!? Update: Thank you, Jennie. Clip found.)
I ate the TARDIS. It is inside of me.
That Dalek’s head fell off. He got murdered by the USPS.
I share these pictures with you not to brag (okay, maybe a little . . . or a lot), but also to put it out there in the public sphere that my friend Stephanie is wonderful. Everyone should have a friend like her. And it’s not just because she sends me fun, nerdy, and delicious presents in the mail. During what I’m going to start calling my “dark year,” she — along with my other besties Alison and Emily and Lindsay and Krystal — helped me out of a tar-filled financial hole large enough to smother a fully grown male rhinocerous. The Doctor has Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory to help save him from blowing himself up or whatnot, and I’ve got my friends, who send me cookies, and rescue me from my own financial stupidity. Thanks, guys. I sure do appreciate it.