Short hello...
Hmm. I was talking to Jimmy on the phone briefly earlier, but she had to hang up because she set fire to her dinner. I hope she's not on fire now, too.
My laptop is all bust again. Her clit is broken (ouch!) so I'm having to use an external mouse, which she doesn't much like. It's probably a loose cable or dirty connection though, so I'll take her keyboard off at some point and have a look. But still, very annoying. She's fine all year then poof! broken.
I've been guiltily scribbling CSI slash fiction. I am a very bad person. It's Nick/Greg, set sort of season two-ish, I think. I've also been digging up some older fiction and tweaking it, which is nice. It's nice to be feeling creative again. Work and uni suck the creativity out of me so much, really.
I found this, thought it was quite funny, quite cracked, and thought I would share. I call it... What About Bulls?
What about bulls? What about bulls? They have horns. They can use them to gouge people’s insides outsides. They’re quite fierce actually, bulls. I guess I associate them with cows. Moo-moos. Too docile. Too sweet, chewing on fresh grass. Bulls though, bulls are dark. Gold statues of bulls. Bulls goring infidels. Zeus walking the earth as a great white bull, seducing maidens. Bulls are quite seductive I suppose. Symbols of male virility. Or are they only symbols of male virility because Zeus seduced women wearing one? Who knows? Who knows. It’s more of a statement. Like this: What about Bulls.
And badgers. They’re quite fierce really. I saw one kill a dog once. It was only a little dog, and it had bitten the badger. On his leg. So the badger, right, he turns round and he… the dog was only little. Did I say that already? The badger killed him. Blood. Blood. Everywhere blood. And it splashed as they swirled, and the dog howled but couldn’t shake the badger off, and I danced with them. It looked like fun, to dance like that, locked together in the leaves. Except for the fact that the dog died. It probably hurt a lot, that dance, but I bet if you forgot about the pain it’d be a lot of fun. A little dizzy-making. A surprise, then pain, then fun, then pain, then fun, then pain: dizzy making. Then you’re dead. Sound familiar?
So there you have it. The dance of death between a badger and a dog. A little dog. Do you think it matters what sort of dog it was? Just in case, I’d better tell you. I think it was a little white terrier with big eyes and shaggy hair, but mean little teeth. The badger? There’s only one sort of those, isn’t there?
So, in this scenario, hypothetically of course… do you want to be the badger or the dog? After all, they both get bitten.
Huh.
What about bulls?
My laptop is all bust again. Her clit is broken (ouch!) so I'm having to use an external mouse, which she doesn't much like. It's probably a loose cable or dirty connection though, so I'll take her keyboard off at some point and have a look. But still, very annoying. She's fine all year then poof! broken.
I've been guiltily scribbling CSI slash fiction. I am a very bad person. It's Nick/Greg, set sort of season two-ish, I think. I've also been digging up some older fiction and tweaking it, which is nice. It's nice to be feeling creative again. Work and uni suck the creativity out of me so much, really.
I found this, thought it was quite funny, quite cracked, and thought I would share. I call it... What About Bulls?
What about bulls? What about bulls? They have horns. They can use them to gouge people’s insides outsides. They’re quite fierce actually, bulls. I guess I associate them with cows. Moo-moos. Too docile. Too sweet, chewing on fresh grass. Bulls though, bulls are dark. Gold statues of bulls. Bulls goring infidels. Zeus walking the earth as a great white bull, seducing maidens. Bulls are quite seductive I suppose. Symbols of male virility. Or are they only symbols of male virility because Zeus seduced women wearing one? Who knows? Who knows. It’s more of a statement. Like this: What about Bulls.
And badgers. They’re quite fierce really. I saw one kill a dog once. It was only a little dog, and it had bitten the badger. On his leg. So the badger, right, he turns round and he… the dog was only little. Did I say that already? The badger killed him. Blood. Blood. Everywhere blood. And it splashed as they swirled, and the dog howled but couldn’t shake the badger off, and I danced with them. It looked like fun, to dance like that, locked together in the leaves. Except for the fact that the dog died. It probably hurt a lot, that dance, but I bet if you forgot about the pain it’d be a lot of fun. A little dizzy-making. A surprise, then pain, then fun, then pain, then fun, then pain: dizzy making. Then you’re dead. Sound familiar?
So there you have it. The dance of death between a badger and a dog. A little dog. Do you think it matters what sort of dog it was? Just in case, I’d better tell you. I think it was a little white terrier with big eyes and shaggy hair, but mean little teeth. The badger? There’s only one sort of those, isn’t there?
So, in this scenario, hypothetically of course… do you want to be the badger or the dog? After all, they both get bitten.
Huh.
What about bulls?