I know you've all been waiting with bated (or is that baited) breath to hear about the piss-dribble that is my latest update. Glass of wine in hand, I will attempt to decant the weeks gone by slowly so as not to startle small animals.
Hmm. Well now, there was the pedestal sub. A nice enough Dr.Moore with obviously more money than sense and the lingering signs of a healthy junk habit from years past. Of course this needs to be delicately handled - I have an immense duty to my boyfriend's emotions (and not many women will actually say that) and to my own as well. How many thirty somethings befriend pubescant girls with the pretext of a totally platonic friendship? I'm dubious, but I'd like some free shoes so if anyone wants to come with me? I don't much feel like dealing with any more crazies tbh. I'm sure like every other man that has a will weak enough to be crushed by my mind games, he's going to become totally infactuated and end up collecting my hair and used tissues. On the other hand, I could definately batter him in a fight. I might be ok :D and I could always bring a can of mace!
With autumn swept swiftly under a carpet of ever-deadening leaves, rain pours in something unmerciful. The temperature has not just dropped, it's bleedin' disappeared down a mineshaft. That said, I never remember to turn on the heating... Anywho...
Tis the season to be baking. I'm going to be visiting with brownies and cupcakes and cookies! Maybe soup making... embroidery... book writing... Gentle winter projects? Card-making?
I hope that I'm allowed to make Christmas dinner...
Mmhmm.
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