Listy list
1. Smirnoff makes these things called "Raw Tea" which, OK, sounds kind of like some Seven Cups type porn, but is actually pretend alcohol (which is what I call malt liquor) in sweet, lemony black tea. Raw Tea is evil because it just tastes like black tea. Not good black tea, really, but kinda like Nestea. It's very easy to drink two of them in under an hour, just so you know.
2. Am watching PBH's dogs right now since her parents are gone and she works 8 hours a day. I would actually like to live with my parents again sometimes because, dude, laundry, but then I realize that I am 31. And also that my mother and I would murder-suicide within two days. And also that having to move back in with her parents crushed poor little PBH's soul. Where was I? Right. Am at PBH's house, and I picked up food this afternoon for her to cook because 1) she's my bitch, and 2) I set things on fire. Only she called me after work and she's going out for drinks with a few people and yay for her going out and having fun but OMG I want my veggie stir fry. *is hungry and sad*
3. I am ashamed to admit this but I find it best just to tell the truth in uncomfortable and/or embarrassing situations. I don't really like Neil Gaiman. It's not that I dislike him, his books are just kind of eh to me. Like, they're well written and I get why other people love/worship/adore him, but eh. Doesn't suck me in. This is possibly because there is not enough opportunity for mentally inserting my own fantasy porn between chapters. I couldn't even make it through Neverwhere. I watched the miniseries instead. And, OK, while I'm telling the truth I'll just tell it all: I didn't think Good Omens was all that funny. It's OK. You can stone me. I understand.
4. My spncross story is not yet finished. I know how it's going to go, I'm just too lazy to write it. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I shall write the rest of it. It's due Saturday.
5. I had a dream last night that I lived in an entire apartment complex of porn stars and in one part, I was in a daisy-chain of, like, seventeen people, only I had to stop because both my penis and vagina were getting sore. Yeah. I don't know, either. There was a lot of emotional drama going on behind the scenes and Wil Wheaton was the landlord. That's only the second dream I remember where I've had a penis. The first one was over a decade ago, and I was Chris O'Donnell and I was nervous because I was about to pay for sex with Anna Nicole Smith. Like I said before, I don't know, either.
2. Am watching PBH's dogs right now since her parents are gone and she works 8 hours a day. I would actually like to live with my parents again sometimes because, dude, laundry, but then I realize that I am 31. And also that my mother and I would murder-suicide within two days. And also that having to move back in with her parents crushed poor little PBH's soul. Where was I? Right. Am at PBH's house, and I picked up food this afternoon for her to cook because 1) she's my bitch, and 2) I set things on fire. Only she called me after work and she's going out for drinks with a few people and yay for her going out and having fun but OMG I want my veggie stir fry. *is hungry and sad*
3. I am ashamed to admit this but I find it best just to tell the truth in uncomfortable and/or embarrassing situations. I don't really like Neil Gaiman. It's not that I dislike him, his books are just kind of eh to me. Like, they're well written and I get why other people love/worship/adore him, but eh. Doesn't suck me in. This is possibly because there is not enough opportunity for mentally inserting my own fantasy porn between chapters. I couldn't even make it through Neverwhere. I watched the miniseries instead. And, OK, while I'm telling the truth I'll just tell it all: I didn't think Good Omens was all that funny. It's OK. You can stone me. I understand.
4. My spncross story is not yet finished. I know how it's going to go, I'm just too lazy to write it. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I shall write the rest of it. It's due Saturday.
5. I had a dream last night that I lived in an entire apartment complex of porn stars and in one part, I was in a daisy-chain of, like, seventeen people, only I had to stop because both my penis and vagina were getting sore. Yeah. I don't know, either. There was a lot of emotional drama going on behind the scenes and Wil Wheaton was the landlord. That's only the second dream I remember where I've had a penis. The first one was over a decade ago, and I was Chris O'Donnell and I was nervous because I was about to pay for sex with Anna Nicole Smith. Like I said before, I don't know, either.