Okay, guys. I was gonna write you a post full of ironic and dry statements, and I still would like to, really, because it's just so tempting, but I don't think it would be productive. Instead, I'll be commenting on madwriter223's entry and will try to clarify where exactly information went tits-up and turned this into what it has become. As soon as I'm done writing my reply, I'll link it.

ETA: Here it be. [LOCKED AT THE MOMENT. madwriter223 locked it without considering that I'm not on her flist and won't be able to access it if it's locked. I sent her a PM, I hope she'll unlock it soonish.]

ETA 2: Hohkay, apparently, she felt that locking down her entry was the right thing to do, so that people will be left wondering what the hell actually went down, and will end up making wild assumptions about both of us. Whatever. I am going to repost my reply under a cut, since I don't want to explain this over and over to people coming into this wank late.

( Some major tl;dr to be found under the cut. )

This is me done with this wank, guys. Feel free to leave me any comments you want, but I won't be replying unless I can see any chance at a rational discussion. Moving on to my regular routine now! :)

One last ETA 29/07/08: madwriter223 and I were able to sort this out. I would like to thank her for taking the time to listen.

My girlfriend is the best girlfriend in the world.

Mid-May, she sat down and wrote a letter to David Tennant, telling him that she had a friend whose birthday was coming up, and she would like to ask him to sign an autograph so she could give it to her.

AND HE SIGNED ONE. WITH DEDICATION. AND IT'S GONNA BE IN MY MAILBOX ON MONDAY AND OMG GUYS I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW ECSTATIC I AM ABOUT THIS!

*grabs wihluta and spins her around*

I should stop joking about this shrine thing now. Because, three drawings and an autograph? Plus the DW poster I'm gonna be buying once I'm in England? Pretty good basics for a shrine.