Today is the warmest

There comes a time when you look at a folder in your inbox and go 'dear god, getting a tad full', especially when it's the clique submissions folder. So, updated Batwhore and Hive Intelligence, got another couple of the people who don't understand that Hive is not a bloody clique for people with just one site - eejits.

Sunbathed a fair bit, and dozed off as I am wont to do occasionally. Had strange dream of terribly sexy caveboy sitting next to me, me deciding to grope him and also check by snogging the life out of him and then nibbling all over his neck that he didn't have a surveillance chip in him. Then he suddenly turned into a six year old that looked like a blond Stig of the Dump (1980s tv version of the book, not the current version where he actually looks decently neanderthal), and I was urging him to go off and play with the other neighbourhood kids I could hear playing out the front. Most odd.

Six Feet Under has me and Mum going 'awwww. David's rather obvious still-in-love-with-Keithness is so cuuuuute.' And Ruth's self-actualisation had us pointing, mocking, and both of us agreeing that if Mum ever started doing that she'd be sent down to the mental ward. Or killed. Whichever was most convenient.

Those who know me in real life know that I tend to wear my hair in bunches or plaits, having decided to never again wear the evil that is the ponytail, due to the very annoying fact that it's bloody uncomfortable or gets in the way when you try to lean your head back against head rests, or wear hats that aren't baseball caps. Anyway. The ends of the plaits are just in field of vision as I type, I just noticed, and went 'Ooooo, shiny!'. For it is glossy. And a pleasing golden wheat colour. And curly in a 'artists want their female subjects to have hair like this' way. Also my tits have decided to look fabulous in this top from this angle. That is all.

Apparently I intimidate twinkledru. Interesting..... :strokes Mr. Bigglesworth:

Feh. And cannot decide what the hell to go as to the costume bit of Partycon. Jackie's suggesting cod-Peacekeeper, which I could do, but really want something specific-ish. I'm no good without a theme, I tell you.

EDIT : Oi, mingmerciless, congrats on your result in the fencing.

Blegh

Went Waitrose, and as Mummy dearest was home, meant I was made to wear the fecking bike helmet. I hatehatehate that thing, due to its evil bulbous and bulky nature, the way it completely overheats your head, and the way it gets in the bloody way when you're not on the damn bike. Yeah, yeah, head protection but it's just more trouble than it's worth for short trips.

Bought stuff, overheated and am terribly sticky, most annoyed that they're building an extension to Waitrose... and have closed off the bike stands. Great, people. Did whole shop metaphorically biting nails hoping no-one would nick it. Admittedly it's a decrepit old thing that needs its tires pumped every time, cranky gears and brakes, rust, feels like it's made out of drainpipes and so on, but you don't know that unless you try and ride it.

And now, I have data entry to do. *joy*. What I want is an ice lolly and an open air swimming pool without chlorine. Reading has no decent swimming pools unless you're willing to get a health club membership - which you inevitably have to drive to. The local pool is a by-word for over-chlorinated and dirty changing rooms and has been for years, no matter what they do to it. :sigh: I want my school pool back, which was a decent 25m, deep, cool, and not over-chlorinated. Have serious yen to go down to Pangbourne and fling self in river.

Also contemplating the weirdness that the fic I should be writing, the Smallville/Gotham crosover that has its occasional odd line written - Chloe has just invaded my brain and demanded to be part of it and is currently moaning down the line to Clark about how annoying the Bat is and that she'd probably be disappointed when the mask finally comes off, as it's not likely to be anyone recognisable, right? I've pretty much stopped watching this show. It's on at the same time as Farscape, Firefly and Angel variously, and these take precedence, being better written, and having equal amounts or more pretty than SV. So I'm writing fic for a show that I've stopped watching. Most weird feeling. Admittedly, all the fic I write for it doesn't actually depend on the show, often being written in the future, when I don't have to deal with such annoying things as Lana, as we know by the time Clark leaves Smallville for college, he's outgrown the Lana thing, and you can also deal with Lex snickering at the whole concept of spandex. You also get the playtoys of Metropolis and the Daily Planet, which are immense fun.

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You're a Blue toothbrush! Bright and optimistic,
you delight in bringing sparkling white to
yellowed teeth. No smokestain can defeat you!


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:cough: I use an electric toothbrush. Colour entereth into it not.

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From T' Infinite Teen Slang Dictionary:

Heather
v. to behave in a tiny manner.
"We should Heather, Shana."

This one's even better....

Gunbunny
n. a small or stolen family member.
"Shana, I'm no Gunbunny!"

For it is universally known that one is a shortarse. And damn straight you're no Gunbunny. Gunbunny is unique and irreplacable. All those of you I hear in the background going 'Thank Christ for that!' will die. Soon.