I don't do memes...

[lapin_agile]

...especially fortune cookie memes about sex, except when I do, I guess. Via matociquala

Pick up the nearest book to you.
Turn to page 45.
The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

From the Original Sacred Harp (1911), a shape-note songbook:Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me!
At least the meme didn't specify p. 55: '

Comments

[petronelle]

I am very sorry it's 45, now. If it were 159 (in the 1991 edition) you could have had, "What wondrous love is this, o my soul!"

That would be much better than 384, "Oh, when shall the period appear, when shall I unite in your song?"

Or David's Lamentation, brrrr.

[lapin_agile]

p384. Snerk.

I was just feeling very glad it hadn't been p.44, which, in my edition, turns out to insinuate some very kinky Reader/Jesus bdsm: 'As on the cross the Saviour hung, And wept, and bled, and died; He poured salvation on a wretch That languished at his side.'

[petronelle]

Or there's the orgasm denial hymn -- "How long, dear Savior, oh, how long, shall that bright hour delay?"

I could do this for an embarrassingly long time.

[lapin_agile]

<3<3<3

[sheldrake]

Ooh, interesting.

Nearest: "The really precious parts of my life are transportable, not conditons of geography."

Second nearest: ...is just a large picture of chocolate brownies.

Third nearest: ... is the kitchen diaries.

[lapin_agile]

Soooo. Does that suggest you ought to plan some travelling this year?

I've got to say, though, that the brownies fall in my category titled 'Very Nearly As Good As'. Just sayin'.

As, really, does pretty much all of Nigel Slater.

[sheldrake]

I have planned some! I'm going to Venice!

... with my mum.

:/