Birthday party went off, virtually hitchless, minimal disapproval from my mother, excellent food and conversation, good presents (Going Postal by Terry Pratchett, alcohol from Ireland, wee fake suitcases, and jewellery).
Rascal's portion went swimmingly as well. Busted several cherries in one night, which is always nice. Am v.v. sore, and have been told that am appropriately black and blue (pictures were taken for posterity [haha]). Also v.v. hungover from endorphins, again. I wonder if there's anything I can do to alleviate this in the future. The bf suggested hair of the dog. Red.
The bf ordered a singletail on Saturday. Yep.
I need a cup of tea, omg. If only I didn't have to get up and make it myself.
Bye.
ps: Paid account expired. Half of leftover icons are SPN (okay, a third are SPN. One is just Ackles. Whatever). None are kink. Flail.