I haven't posted in a dog's age, and maybe someday soon I'll pop by and tell you about all the drama that's been going on for me these last few months.
Cause, drama? Baby I gots it in spades.
Meantime, I'll tell you that I had a dream about Benedict Cumberbatch that made me very, very happy. It wasn't dirty or sexual, it was just us on a date, a nice quiet date where we walked and talked and kissed and held hands and was so remarkably simple that I woke up with a smile on my face. My recipe?
Benedict's Jaguar voiceovers. All of them. I'm a bit surprised that after all that talk of speed, strength, torque and rigidity that I didn't have a full out 'let's sweat the sheets up baby' kind of dream, though. Ahem...
And to finish, here. Have a coctail!
Apparently it's called an Alien Brain Hemmorhage and I really, really want to try it. Possibly out of morbid curiousity.
Find it at
http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/alien-brain-hemorrhage-cocktail .