Tags: all aboard the ye olde failboat

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Then don't make me say good-bye and don't make me stay

Everyone knows my favourite characters are the Bad Girl types, but you know what type I love even more? It's the Damaged Tough Chick (Who's Secretly Actually Incredibly Breakable) With Childhood Trauma And An Inability To Properly Connect To Other People On An Emotional Level.

(See: Aeryn Sun. See: Faith. See: Kara Thrace.)

This post is actually just my reasoning for why I've watched five episodes of the second season of Legend of the Seeker, a show I had previously told everyone I couldn't stand. But it's NOT MY FAULT, you guys. Because Cara Mason? Cara Mason is just Aeryn Sun with blonde hair, I swear to god. Cold, hard killing machines trained since childhood and starved of love. ♥ ♥ ♥

And my love for Aeryn and all her screwed up emotional problems and epic hotness and serious ability to reduce all people around her to a bloody pulp knows no limits. NO LIMITS. Thus I cannot be blamed at all for watching Legend of the Seeker.

This will be my excuse and I am sticking to it so hard. (However, this show? Still so incredibly over the top and camp but... blonde!Aeryn, okay? IF YOU DENY ME ANY VERSIONS OF AERYN SUN I WILL SMITE YOU ALL.)

EDIT: Uh, so, seven episodes in and this is the first time I've looked at the main guy and thought 'I would hit that so hard.' You know why? Because now he's EVIL. God, do I ever have a type.
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Oh my god, Karen, you can't just ask people why they're white.

So, the plan for tonight was to turn the four metres of red fabric I bought into a dress instead. So Jen and I watched Mean Girls (OH YES WE DID) while I laid it all out on the floor and sort of made a pattern out of newspaper. By twenty minutes later I decided that I had no a clue what I was doing and maybe cutting the cloth up and just sort of pasting it to my body wasn't the best idea. I'll see if I can instead get a hold of Sam verysoon and she can tell me what to do, because whatever I was thinking wasn't working.

I lack the skills.

So I decided that I would work on the button holes on my other dress... but I have no blue thread to match it.

So tonight I got exactly nothing done on my medieval clothes, except for getting Jen into them and finding she looked quite hot in them. (But, let's face it, girl looks pretty damn good in most things, the sexy-waisted excellent-breasted cow. Although, a cow would mean udders not breasts and now there's all this imagery going on in my head and it needs to stop immediately.)

For the first time in a year I have dyed my hair. A YEAR. That's pretty much the longest I gone without dying it since I was about sixteen, which is madness. No photos, because it's not that dramatic. Just a rather pretty and very non-medieval berry sort of red. It has a nice sun glow to it but not the radioactive I used to have.