It really is just one of those days isn't it? The world blows up but we're all back to work later.
I really am... concerned, that I'm turning into one of those girls. Not the ones primping on the corner, smoke like a chimney and look like a medical study of communicable diseases- the ones round the other side of the metaphorical bend.
The ones so repressed and inexperienced that they spend much too much time on their dreams, in their dreams, and they be feveréd dreams indeed.
At least mine is harmless enough- trolling LJ and all of her known fic-dom for slash, less subtle pwp, and generally lengthy edgy fiction of genius proportions and wit.
Still though, one is aware that it implies a sort of madness and repression rarely seen outside of a sanatorium in lesser different times.
It's better than a half-dozen scattered books and movies lying around half-read and half-watched while I spend the time jumping from one world to the next in my pursuit of distraction. Not to say that they aren't scattered around anyway, just fewer of them. The bulk of my interests is yet within the confines of the interweb.
I deem it much less to lose this way than sliding to the other side of the curve, like a carneval sack race slide into the pits of hell.
The ones so repressed and inexperienced that they spend much too much time on their dreams, in their dreams, and they be feveréd dreams indeed.
At least mine is harmless enough- trolling LJ and all of her known fic-dom for slash, less subtle pwp, and generally lengthy edgy fiction of genius proportions and wit.
Still though, one is aware that it implies a sort of madness and repression rarely seen outside of a sanatorium in lesser different times.
It's better than a half-dozen scattered books and movies lying around half-read and half-watched while I spend the time jumping from one world to the next in my pursuit of distraction. Not to say that they aren't scattered around anyway, just fewer of them. The bulk of my interests is yet within the confines of the interweb.
I deem it much less to lose this way than sliding to the other side of the curve, like a carneval sack race slide into the pits of hell.