Tags: does this mean less dl angst?

-- Te quiero

Fuzzy little monsters. No, not the flatmates.

On Saturday night everything seemed to be working against us, so we never got to the In Goth We Trust thing that was happening in town. A pity, since I was really looking forward to it. But, eh, what can you do, right?

We went in on Sunday and watched Hera playing in the art centre. She's completely adorable and has some incredible pipes on her. (And Alison uses her as the face for evil batshite insane angel in Darker London who I can never quite be as scared of now...)

Last night in my dream there was a very loud party here and I got completely wasted, and this morning when I woke up I felt like I was deathly hungover until I realised I couldn't possibly be. Imaginary hangover? That sucks!

Pony-obsessed Muz has been demanding photos of my rats for ages, and so who am I to deny a gorgeous friend's sexy boyfriend? (Look at me rack up those brownie points, babies!)

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I am so twitching to get hold of Queen Adreena's The Butcher and the Butterfly and Ride a Cock Horse. *twitch*

ETA: Oh my god! Deadpool is going to be in the Wolverine movie? Deadpool is fuckin' awesome! As if I wasn't already excited enough that Taylor Kitsh was going to be in it, now I get a Deadpool. Squee! I want this movie to not suck SO MUCH. Please be good, powers that be, please be good! (And while you're at it, since Hugh and Taylor are down in Queenstown, encourage them to come visit Christchurch?)
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We'll crucify the insincere tonight

Jen is making LASAGNE tonight. Lasagne, peoples! Get excited! I am!

My room is cleaner than it's been in about six months and I'm finding it rather novel not to have to wade my way through/jump over large piles of crap just to get between door and bed. The idea of not having to watch where I'm stepping is indeed a strange one. I even dusted! (Do not panic, my dear friends. I promise it shan't happen again. I am far to delicate to continue such an atrocious activity.)

I've been murdering people in Darker London. We may have had a wee school massacre in-game and I got to kill two there, and I just find I can't stop myself now. (I love Gloria far more than I should, the poor evil messed up girl ♥) I'm so pleased I have more characters than anyone ever needs. It means more for killings! Yay! I take out all homicidal rage on imaginary people so I don't get in trouble for it in real life. Speaking of homicide, I wants the third Dexter book, dammit. The library hasn't got it yet and I'm the fifteenth person on the hold list. Argh, it's going to be forever.

And, finally, from the wonderful Overheard In New York

Woman: How dare you?! How dare you?! How can you say that? How can you tell my child I don't love him? Apologize! Apologize!
Man: It's a dog.
Woman: How dare you?! Apologize right now!

I'm trying very hard to fight the urge to curl up on the couch and watch Army of Darkness with a cup of tea. *chews lip* This may be inescapable. Besides, AoD is always a suitable beginning to a night that will end at drinking at Sporagmos. Actually, The Dreamers is sitting in Ali's room. I'm going to reeead instead!
Judith: My pulse has been rising

Oh yay, there's bubbles in my glass!

Alcamahol makes the happiness happen! Aaaahhhhh.

I'm half packed, and the rest can be...ummm... laterers! (My suitcase is a hilarious sea of black.) For now is drinkings time!

Tomorrow I go to Nimbin and I am SO PLEASED. Nimbin! Yay! It is, in fact, one of my favourite places in the whole world. Made of pretty! Even if I am shit-poor, I don't care!

The rest of the LFoD are currently watching Greenwing, but since that is one of the British comedies I don't do I just get to drink and listen to music. Mmmmm, Maynard. He makes the sexy happen in the music. Sequioa said she was going to come over and join me once she'd showered, so I'll just sit here and imagine her naked and wet and writing until then. Oooooh yeeeeeah.

(Darker London: Alison is God and Master of my characters. I've told her she's allowed to do whatever she likes with him. You know, as long as it's in character. If I come back and find that Jude is a giggly pornstar and Scarlett a raving cock-whore, I'm going to be displeased.)
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Have you ever tasted love like this, cool and smooth?

Argh. I think my mp3 player has broken. It plays fine, but it refuses to put any new files on it. I shall have to fiddle in the hopes it'll fix itself. Bwaha. PWNED. Now I just need to work out how to get these bloody m4a files to play on WMP, or work out how to convert them.

Hi, it's 6am. Bet you're shocked to see me awake.

Also, I wasn't going to do NaNo. I'm not even signed up or anything. And yet last night I started a NaNo. About zombies. I blame my recent music choices and the fact that I'm otherwise running out of supernaturals to use. So... yeah. Children shouldn't play with dead things, baby. And there will be sex in it, which means it's one of Ali's favourite things in the whole world: NECROPHILIA YAY! (I'm glad she's asleep now and thus can't hit me.)

And noooow: bed!