Current IM conversation with P. in translation:
K: I should do the dishes and I really really don't want to
P: mountains?
K: ayup
P: =(
K: don't want to
K: on the other hand it's not like I WANT anything sensible at all
P: :P
P: there's that
K: I want a TARDIS
K: and I'll pick up Meggie from Inkheart and she can go with me in my TARDIS and pay me back by reading me into a bunch of books
K: excellent plan that is
K: ...I feel like Elin in Fucking Åmål: WHY do we have to live in fucking bloody COCKREALITY
P: awwwww
P:
http://pierreseguin.ca/coppermine/albums/userpics/10001/brokebork.jpgK: LOL
K: thank you
P: ;)
P: welcome =)
K: but that doesn't solve my problem
K: which admittedly mainly is that I want to have sex with Watson
K: If I could get Meggie to read me in I'm sure I'd get to since he's such a manwhore - but Meggie would probably sulk
K: and then I'd be killed by Jack the Ripper, because that's just my luck
K: and even being killed by Jack the Ripper would be more interesting than that fucking pile of dishes
K: ...I'm starting to feel like publishing this in my LJ :-)
So there you have it. :-) There are really few things I hate more than doing the dishes. And now I'm off to do them. A good thing I've bought the soundtrack to Hairspray - so far I've had to play the whole thing three times just to cope with various dish-related funks.