and yet, in a strange way, I resent circuses.
I have juggling balls! They are brightly coloured and I drop them!
I also have new jeans. They are "gravel wash with yellow stitching", which means they are a kind of dark blue-grey with beige stitching. They may or may not be obscenely tight. *shifty eyes* It's possible that these are my new 'fuck me' pants (although a 'fuck me' skirt would be so much more practical, but we don't have a sewing machine yet so I need to go clobber JW some more about that) and, also, that I should not be wearing 'fuck me' pants while feeling so much at the whims of my hormones, and planning to spend an evening with a drunken Rock DJ and a drunken (and exceptionally curious) Squire. Unless...let me check...yep, both of them are still not my girlfriend. Right. I'm going to be sober, and moral, and all those good things.
The Rock DJ is at work for an hour or so longer so I have time to break out the guitar and practise, except that I should also be preparing dinner so we can just heat it up when we get home later tonight. I really wanted to see Girlthing 2.0 for lunch today, but she is rather housebound and I am not allowed to be in her house without a chaperone present. Yeah, don't even get me started on that craziness.
Anyway, Dryad's got me feeling all creative and poetical, but I am going to either practise guitar or start dinner cooking, now that I have the appropriate ingredients.
*pause*
*pause*
No, I am. Okay. Foods and music.
I also have new jeans. They are "gravel wash with yellow stitching", which means they are a kind of dark blue-grey with beige stitching. They may or may not be obscenely tight. *shifty eyes* It's possible that these are my new 'fuck me' pants (although a 'fuck me' skirt would be so much more practical, but we don't have a sewing machine yet so I need to go clobber JW some more about that) and, also, that I should not be wearing 'fuck me' pants while feeling so much at the whims of my hormones, and planning to spend an evening with a drunken Rock DJ and a drunken (and exceptionally curious) Squire. Unless...let me check...yep, both of them are still not my girlfriend. Right. I'm going to be sober, and moral, and all those good things.
The Rock DJ is at work for an hour or so longer so I have time to break out the guitar and practise, except that I should also be preparing dinner so we can just heat it up when we get home later tonight. I really wanted to see Girlthing 2.0 for lunch today, but she is rather housebound and I am not allowed to be in her house without a chaperone present. Yeah, don't even get me started on that craziness.
Anyway, Dryad's got me feeling all creative and poetical, but I am going to either practise guitar or start dinner cooking, now that I have the appropriate ingredients.
*pause*
*pause*
No, I am. Okay. Foods and music.