Well, at least things have quieted down here, and it’s only 11 at night. That’s quite an accomplishment all things considered.
Tag: Pointless updates
Ok, feeling slightly more sober now. *looks at last few posts* Huh.
Ugh, I feel so sick. The things I do in trying to limit’s an alcoholic’s supply of booze.
It’s terrible of me that an Anna-related photoset that just appeared on my blog (this one, specifically) irritated me so much that I briefly considered reblogging it just to reiterate the very obvious flaws in her characterization and how she’s just a Victorian angel in the house – which is not at all a flattering sentiment. However, I’m not feeling quite that cruel this evening, and anyway I’d just be repeating what I’ve said elsewhere.
Was dragged all over the metropolitan area today, and all I have to show for it are some local strawberries, mediocre seafood, even more mediocre dessert, and a sore ass.
God help me, I’m writing about Twilight at the moment. Mostly to get it out of the way first, so I can move on to less painful things, but still…
I know I’ve been rather absent lately, but it’s not just lack of ideas for (reasonable) writing projects. I’ve also had an unexpected windfall in social engagements this week, and starting tomorrow is Semaine Sainte which means I’ll be spending an unusually large amount of the next week in church. On the plus side, after it’s over I can have vodka (and facials) again, yay!
I do love the sound of a good subtropical rainstorm…almost distracts me from the fact that I’ve apparently managed to get sick for the third time this winter not-summer. Being perpetually one bloody-handkerchief-cough away from a melodramatic death scene is really grating when one has to go through that sort of thing about half a dozen times a year.
Still, the rain makes for a pleasant backdrop assuming there’s no flooding, of course – insert a flood-related New Orleans joke here.
*looks again at follower count* Did I really just gain over 100 followers in the last day? I really ought to top former porn stars in moving trucks and then use the opportunity to philosophize on sex more often…
Due to popular demand, coming soon to a morbid French blog near you: Realistic Bottoming in Erotica: Almost as Hard as the Real Thing