Turn, turn, turn
It really isn't that terribly cold outside. I just think it is. Possibly it's a cunning plan on the part of the yuletide mods to make me stay indoors and write. Also I made garlic pizza today, so the whole apartment smells of garlic and cheese and fresh bread.
Every now and then I get the urge to post these links, and then I think, but I should work up a post and have some kind of context, and then I think, what kind of context do you need for cockrings, really? So this is apropos of nothing in particular: some links about cockrings. Not worksafe, precisely.
Today I got a parcel with s4 and s5 of Buffy and s1 of Angel. Because it's not like I have anything I should be doing during the long winter evenings! I have a list in my head of stuff I really want to write, and stuff I sort of want to write, and stuff I'm vaguely convinced I've already written and then I discover I haven't and it gets me all confused. I think I need to set a yuletide schedule. One hour per day until I'm done. That can work, right? If I don't get distracted.
I went into a hobby store this afternoon to buy a mini pot of wood stain and that place was really scary, like about six Christmases had exploded all over the place. Also they wanted to sell me little paint kits with "classic Christmas" paints. Apparently hot pink is a classic Christmas color.
A little quote to finish with: "It's... an ornament," he said appreciatively. "You hang it on your tree."
*bonds with everyone who grinned at that*
Every now and then I get the urge to post these links, and then I think, but I should work up a post and have some kind of context, and then I think, what kind of context do you need for cockrings, really? So this is apropos of nothing in particular: some links about cockrings. Not worksafe, precisely.
Today I got a parcel with s4 and s5 of Buffy and s1 of Angel. Because it's not like I have anything I should be doing during the long winter evenings! I have a list in my head of stuff I really want to write, and stuff I sort of want to write, and stuff I'm vaguely convinced I've already written and then I discover I haven't and it gets me all confused. I think I need to set a yuletide schedule. One hour per day until I'm done. That can work, right? If I don't get distracted.
I went into a hobby store this afternoon to buy a mini pot of wood stain and that place was really scary, like about six Christmases had exploded all over the place. Also they wanted to sell me little paint kits with "classic Christmas" paints. Apparently hot pink is a classic Christmas color.
A little quote to finish with: "It's... an ornament," he said appreciatively. "You hang it on your tree."
*bonds with everyone who grinned at that*