MERRY XMAS PATRICK
update time! deary me, has been too long. I blame exams. Also gin (as per usual), and the season being what it is I also blame mulled wine and christmas markets and deeply romantic trips to edinburgh. Romantic in the oh-god-i-might-orgasm-over-that-fucking-architecture-and-these-beautiful-pubs-and-wow-this-is-really-quite-a-lot-better-than-aberdeen sense of the word.
Have now dispatched ma famille off to church. My atheist soul usually attends with them for some good carol action, but this year the church was usurped by malecki, dave love and brown, plus a guitar, a ukele and a multi-coloured children's keyboard. aaaah. beautiful times.
received a text containing these immortal words the night before my first exam:
Are we cumin
Or coriander?
My thyme and chervil
My rosemary
And I'm on bay leaves looking for the ginger
Are we cumin
Or coriander?
To be honest, I've been really quite befuddled ever since. In fact, I'm willing to blame this for my lack of updating. I've just been sitting in a corner, by myself, singing this and thinking about brandon flowers. And that's all. For about a week. Fucken' hell. I feel like it was worth it, though.
Now then. I have mulled wine. I have toast. I have approximately half an hour until the christian soldiers return. I may even sing the appropriate verse of o come all ye faithful by myself at midnight. But for now, I shall delight in lj and my beautiful beautiful flist - merry christmas to you all, you lovely lot.
I may even finish up some fic!! aaaah I love christmas
oh but quick quick the boss, blur and neil young at glastonbury?!?!!?!?!?!!? I'd do anything for bruce springsteen, and that really does include standing in a wet field for however many days. It'll be like duke of edinburgh, but you know. with music. and beer. and love. woot woot!
Have now dispatched ma famille off to church. My atheist soul usually attends with them for some good carol action, but this year the church was usurped by malecki, dave love and brown, plus a guitar, a ukele and a multi-coloured children's keyboard. aaaah. beautiful times.
received a text containing these immortal words the night before my first exam:
Are we cumin
Or coriander?
My thyme and chervil
My rosemary
And I'm on bay leaves looking for the ginger
Are we cumin
Or coriander?
To be honest, I've been really quite befuddled ever since. In fact, I'm willing to blame this for my lack of updating. I've just been sitting in a corner, by myself, singing this and thinking about brandon flowers. And that's all. For about a week. Fucken' hell. I feel like it was worth it, though.
Now then. I have mulled wine. I have toast. I have approximately half an hour until the christian soldiers return. I may even sing the appropriate verse of o come all ye faithful by myself at midnight. But for now, I shall delight in lj and my beautiful beautiful flist - merry christmas to you all, you lovely lot.
I may even finish up some fic!! aaaah I love christmas
oh but quick quick the boss, blur and neil young at glastonbury?!?!!?!?!?!!? I'd do anything for bruce springsteen, and that really does include standing in a wet field for however many days. It'll be like duke of edinburgh, but you know. with music. and beer. and love. woot woot!