(now actually crossposted from tumblr, where I originally was when I actually thought about ~communicating~ with people instead of failing at everything. Sigh. I'd say that more than the other 90% of my brain was full of curds and whey but SEE POST TITLE *craves ( Read more... )

The weekend just gone was good, because it involved not-very-expected bestie (back from her ridic tropical island for a flying visit because of family bereavement) and being snotty all over each other in the middle of Nottingham station's temporary ticket hall (in the SNOW), and then spending a weekend being nerdy and geeking out and drinking and ( Read more... )

So Mum phoned to say that she had to have their (my, from when I was 14) cat put to sleep today. End stage renal failure, and she'd been a renal cat for 2 years, so y'know *hands*

Still.

Dear 2012: Fuck you in the ear. With a rusty spoon.

Also on DreamWidth, comment where you will!

In the parlance of Tumblr (dammit, is the only response to tumblr to be really suspicious of it, and then obsessed with it? I THINK IT IS), I am having extensive ~feels~ about Muse's new album, The 2nd Law ( Read more... )

Finally getting over assorted bits of ridiculousness on my own part (don't ask) and actually starting with the importing of my fic to my AO3 account. And, y'know, due to some interesting shenanigans happening with how the import process deals with files from DSA (italic words (and the remainder of the sentence subsequent) defaulting to being the ( Read more... )

...I am currently dressed up like an extra from, well, from the Rocky Horror Show.

Why, pray tell? Well, mainly because I needed to check that the assorted bits and pieces (oh, apt words are apt) were still, 1) owned by me, and, 2) vaguely likely to fit.

The answer to 2), in case you're wondering is argh argh argh oxygen. The corset gives me ( Read more... )

So, out or chronological order ( Read more... )

( lolPIXIE! )

So I maybe should grow up one of these days? By which I mean that I can no longer go out and drink and dance (mosh) until 3am and then still not go to bed until gone 5am, get up some four hours later for purposes of (multiple changes) train journey, and not expect to feel like someone's peeled me off the floor the next day ( Read more... )

( pictures and babble and squee )