#(20.02.18)

In January, the event of the whole month was Phil's birthday, which literally never stopped. Jesus Christ, this guy he strung out his birthday for like two weeks. He said: I'm going to separate everyone I know into different groups ... and we will have a birthday party with all of them, so it was just like by the end of it I was like, I'm ready for Phil to die a natural death 'cause I'm sure we've had about 80 years worth of birthdays right now. But it was good, yeah, I was responsible for his birthday cake so like all the suffering and pain that still exists in our universe, I did not leave the DITTY meme in 2017 and I iced philussy onto his birthday cake, which was hilarious and he had to explain that to his mum. Which was, you know, his responsibility but I don't care.

I think a problem we have in this fandom is that we can’t have fun anymore. Every time we post a funny post/headcanon/opinion we know aren’t facts there are anons/bloggers to shame us and tell us how awful we are, that we should be ashamed and kill ourselves. Sometimes those people are antis but sometimes they are also other larries who hasn’t learn how to take a joke.

The thing is I really wanted to come back and do another live show because it's very important for me to feel connected to you lot and to feel intimate. The problem was when I was doing it every week on a Tuesday, what would happen if I was having an absolute crisis on that day? And I was like, I have nothing to say! What is life? Whereas, now I'm like I missed you. Let's go through this.