Send Help! Stop!
I was going to write this as a telegram, but then I started and it looked silly, so I'll stop.
Brother had returned from the west-country with the most gorgeous chocolate cake. I really need to get the receipe, as it's slipping down rather easily and I really want to have a dinner party at some point in the future (and by dinner party, what I mean is try to prove to the world that I can actually cook a little bit. Because I can.)It's nice to see him, though we're not really close siblings; he thinks I'm faintly silly and I think he's faintly boring, but we can bond over Mother being insane and our joint love of things which go bleep in the night. He broke up with his girlfriend on the same day I broke up with mine, and he's back on the WOW, unfortunately, but that's certainly better than how I've spent the last few weeks, up to my eyeballs in stimulants, legal and illegal.
Tea, though, is awesome.
Coming out of the haze, I'm starting to get an idea of what I want. Okay, that's a lie, rather, I'm starting to get an idea of what I don't want. I've done plenty of silly things over the last few weeks which I am determined not to repeat. I'm pretty sure a few of you reading this might be chuckling knowingly, others of you will be holding your head in your hands and even more will be going "I could have told you that a month a go!"
I spent a lot of last night feeling oddly ecstatic for no reason, goggling Nikolai Dante and deciding I need to start trying to read it. Oh yes, and HellBlazer. And going to far more gigs than I do. I also feel that my origional idea for NYE is possible, though I'll find out later today as I try to hand-sew it!
I'm still dancing by myself. No, scratch that, I'm Moshing by myself. I'm happy and no amount of reality is going to change that for at least the next hour!
Brother had returned from the west-country with the most gorgeous chocolate cake. I really need to get the receipe, as it's slipping down rather easily and I really want to have a dinner party at some point in the future (and by dinner party, what I mean is try to prove to the world that I can actually cook a little bit. Because I can.)It's nice to see him, though we're not really close siblings; he thinks I'm faintly silly and I think he's faintly boring, but we can bond over Mother being insane and our joint love of things which go bleep in the night. He broke up with his girlfriend on the same day I broke up with mine, and he's back on the WOW, unfortunately, but that's certainly better than how I've spent the last few weeks, up to my eyeballs in stimulants, legal and illegal.
Tea, though, is awesome.
Coming out of the haze, I'm starting to get an idea of what I want. Okay, that's a lie, rather, I'm starting to get an idea of what I don't want. I've done plenty of silly things over the last few weeks which I am determined not to repeat. I'm pretty sure a few of you reading this might be chuckling knowingly, others of you will be holding your head in your hands and even more will be going "I could have told you that a month a go!"
I spent a lot of last night feeling oddly ecstatic for no reason, goggling Nikolai Dante and deciding I need to start trying to read it. Oh yes, and HellBlazer. And going to far more gigs than I do. I also feel that my origional idea for NYE is possible, though I'll find out later today as I try to hand-sew it!
I'm still dancing by myself. No, scratch that, I'm Moshing by myself. I'm happy and no amount of reality is going to change that for at least the next hour!