The below is basically fanfic-grade squawking. Pass on by if you don't want to puke ( Read more... )

Some days, Cairo beats me. I've been here a year and a half and while it's been about six months since I had an episode like this, just when you think you have the hang of the place and can handle most situations, Cairo comes back in and punches you in the face.
( fuckin' cairo )

Last night I dreamt I scored with Winona Ryder.

She was all hot for me so we snuck into a toilet cubicle and made out.  It was probably the best dream I ever had. Almost the best dream nearly anybody ever had. Go my dream!

Given that I've given you all about .5 seconds to get used to the idea of Mohammed being Mine, it's a bit unfair for me to pull the rug from under your feet and say maybe it's over. Just think, you escaped maybe a year of gutwrenchingly soppy posts. It also means very little makes sense and you have to take a lot on faith.

The rest of this post is ( Read more... )

Me: do you know what True Blood reminded me of ( Read more... )

Mohamed is now definitely a converted fanboy.

Exhibit a:
Shouting 'Just kiss him already!' at any given Frodo/Samwise scene.

Exhibit b:
'What, so Gandalf has eagle friends now? Why doesn't he just get the eagle to carry the ring to Mordor?'

Exhibit c:
Uncontrolled mirth at 'They took t' little ones.'

Early on he misheard me telling him who Aragorn was. ( Read more... )

I have my period, my flat is dusty, I have the runs (a fact of life for the newcomer to Cairo), my bin smells of cat shit, and oh my god does cat shit smell, and I'm generally grotesquely yuck ( Read more... )

This one's for the (cisgendered) boys. Another 'I am curious and have always wanted to know'. LJ-cut for squick.

( really weird question but i want to know. )

We are basically just little tugboats trying to bob about in it all without too much carrying away.
( queerness, rambling, liquidity, periods, sex. )

It's actually been a bit of a rough week, even with N here. PMT has made my state of mind just... bizarre, and paranoia vera, and tetchy, and not handling things well. I feel bad that I've been a pain to N. A real pain. But he's a bit of a rock, my N. Still just holds me or does his very best to make me happy, and best of all he more or less ( Read more... )