As I was wandering through the unchartered corridors of the TARDIS this morning, I came upon a full-length mirror. (I mean that in the sense of "found", incidentally. It's rather depressing to be forced by the hoi polloi to censor oneself in order to avoid the gutters of their minds.) It has been some time since I took a good look at myself in the ( Read more... )

Saving the world, reading, cake...

What else can I do?

I like brownies.

*sunny smile*

I feel that nobody takes me seriously. I save the universe, I cope with three of Evelyn including one who demands Thomas the Tank Engine with silly voices, yet all they do is mock me.

It's not fair.

All of me appear to be conducting vastly complicated sex lives. I am getting horrific frustration-by-proxy. It's quite distracting. Although I of course haven't much choice have no interest in such things, it is nevertheless troubling. I quite violently wish that the Beige One would have sex with something. Anything. Even the Master. Even Turlough ( Read more... )

While I am of course flamboyant and exciting, I am beginning to wonder just what I've let myself in for.

People will probably stain the carpets. I've just had the curtains cleaned. And I'm sure my cellar will not be respected.

It's not that they'll drink it. It's that they'll drink it like alcopopsIt would, on the other hand, be nice to see some ( Read more... )

There is a party happening.

Although I'm not at it, I am at it in a different timestream and, allegedly, different clothes. With another companion I haven't met.

The different clothes seem very unlikely. I feel violated.

Even the cat has gone.

He still doesn't have a name. We need one quite quickly before he becomes Fitz by default.

I need a ( Read more... )

I don't quite know what's been wrong with me of late. I suspect that the TARDIS may be affecting me. I feel I have recovered somewhat, however. The Community of Rassilon continues to occupy am alarming amount of my time. What with Master-baiting - hang, on, no, I really can't say that - what with baiting the Master, teasing the Beige One (oh, he's ( Read more... )

I really don't know what's come over me ( Read more... )

I have been having strange dreams of late. I think it's the question of my impending doom and so forth. I'm haunted by terrifying images of a faceless entity known simply as "The Corporation" which is working ceaselessly for my destruction. I know it's unlikely, but I just can't seem to get rid of it ( Read more... )