Finally, a quote worth taking out of context.
"My nipples are not magical buttons of fun!"
(I have grape juice. And lo, it is good.)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Finally, a quote worth taking out of context.
I have never seen red white-spotted mushrooms outside a Disney-esque picture.
We survived. Stop packing, Jono.
Tonight we're going to that mystery play in an unknown location. Entry is "by gift" so we're taking a bottle of wine. I still maintain this is just a ploy to lure us into the suburbs and mug us, leaving our bodies in an open grave. Hey, it's art.
This is a post about people. And slightly about bathrooms, but mostly about people.
Yesterday I left my notebook at work. Did this worry me? "Fucking freaked" does not even begin to cover it. I was numb with the intensity of my panic. I got stressed when the Male picked it up and opened it. The thought of complete strangers or workmates reading it...
My house is now guest free. The week just gone in twenty words: Lots of guys spending money, getting pissed and watching movies. And there I was, stuck in the middle with an editing assignment. OK, twenty-two words.
So. Marilyn Manson concert last night. I didn't go.
I just got invited to a play being performed at a "secret location" to which inquiring patrons are given a page of directions and a mudmap.
Run, don't walk, to the cinemas. Pirates is the most rollicking, giggling, swashbuckling good time you can have in a cinema. Plus, Johnny Depp so camp he's warping the sexuality field of everything around him. What's not to love?
Witness my decadent lifestyle. I'm sitting here, eating Sara Lee Cookies & Cream and drinking coffee (the former because the Male and I had a binge, the latter because it's still too damn cold to be gaily eating ice cream, even though spring is bouncing around and making me think that I mightn't move to Queensland just yet).
I have this horrible feeling that I'm going to fall into some sort of pattern whereby I only update this blog on Monday mornings, while I'm in computer class.
The Scar by China Mieville.
Just in case anyone's forgotten, Fellowship of the Ring is a damn good movie. I don't think it's just because I'm a raving fangirl, though that might have something to do with it. It's just solid gold, y'know?