Stuff not about my dog
So I came home from class (really did not want to go to class today, but glad I did because I got work done and he assigned the final like I thought he would) and read hd_holidays porn, some of which is pretty good. There was a scene change and some unnamed character says, "Mister Harry Potter?" and I had a split second where I went "Dobby!!" and was all excited before I remembered.
Stupid Deathly Hallows. Shortly after that I remembered that I always thought Dobby was pretty fucking irritating, but perhaps he's a bit like Cutthroat Bitch, of Louie Gardino. You don't realize how fully awesome they are until they're gone. Hopefully that last senetence did not require a spoiler tag.
Also I feel like it is perhaps not genteel to mention it, kissing and telling and all that, but I'm too unbearably smug and talking to my mother is awkward. Anyway, my friend, coworker, and dog babysitter Madeline has expressed feeling for me deeper and warmer than those of mere friendship, to put it in a round about Wodehousian fashion. Clearly I've had too much coffee (ie: some) today and now it's making me talk loopily. Interestingly, Firefox recognizes "Wodehousian" as a word. Or perhaps it's just because it's capitalized. It would be easy enough to find out but i'd rather live with the tantilizing mystery. The point is, I'm dating a Trekkie (of course if you want to get technical we've been pretty much dating for several months now I just wasn't sure whether or not Madeline had hoped on the Clue Bus).
For some unfathomable reason my housemates (all upstairs being boistrous) have left all the downstairs lights on. And now I am torn between taking a shower (which I kind of need) and continuing to read porn and find out who actually was addressing Harry.
I cannot wait for Winter Break. I intend to spend the whole time working on my porn comic.
Stupid Deathly Hallows. Shortly after that I remembered that I always thought Dobby was pretty fucking irritating, but perhaps he's a bit like Cutthroat Bitch, of Louie Gardino. You don't realize how fully awesome they are until they're gone. Hopefully that last senetence did not require a spoiler tag.
Also I feel like it is perhaps not genteel to mention it, kissing and telling and all that, but I'm too unbearably smug and talking to my mother is awkward. Anyway, my friend, coworker, and dog babysitter Madeline has expressed feeling for me deeper and warmer than those of mere friendship, to put it in a round about Wodehousian fashion. Clearly I've had too much coffee (ie: some) today and now it's making me talk loopily. Interestingly, Firefox recognizes "Wodehousian" as a word. Or perhaps it's just because it's capitalized. It would be easy enough to find out but i'd rather live with the tantilizing mystery. The point is, I'm dating a Trekkie (of course if you want to get technical we've been pretty much dating for several months now I just wasn't sure whether or not Madeline had hoped on the Clue Bus).
For some unfathomable reason my housemates (all upstairs being boistrous) have left all the downstairs lights on. And now I am torn between taking a shower (which I kind of need) and continuing to read porn and find out who actually was addressing Harry.
I cannot wait for Winter Break. I intend to spend the whole time working on my porn comic.