*gasp*

"My cherry is long gone, my friend."

Sirius grinned. "I believe I plucked it myself."

"Only after I plucked yours."

"Mine wasn't . . . "

"I own your boy cherry and your fucking soul so shut up."

...it took me three days to wade through all that comment!porn over at raelala's. Hehe. And it was good. Twice I encountered voyeur!Lily or a few times of ravishedpropertyofSnape!sex. And the strawberries. Oh the strawberries. Moonybelly. Fingersucking. And it's all being archived at 1001ways so yay maybe there will be more mad sex porn.
The ball on the end of my navel ring has been lost. This is bad, as I have none spare. And I can't stand to not have a navel ring in. I feel naked without it in a way I never did when I don't have earrings in. What am I ever going to do when I finally get married and then hopefully pregnant? Meh. I'll live. I'll even find some sort of solution to the current dilemma.
It's really hot and muggy and sunny and summer. Thank the gods my period is over so I can totally go swimming if I get too hot.
Also, I felt like a bit of an idiot the other day. See, often times I walk past a street called Nottingham Drive and thought nothing of it. But then I noticed the other streets. They're more sort of cul-de-sacs, really, but their names. Locksley lane. Willscarlett something-or-other. Archer lane. There's others I'm sure that I've so totally missed. It made me laugh since in diea's letter she'd been talking about Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves. It's almost as bad as having Sesame Street and Big Bird Lane over Seabeck ways. But then there's the other part of Hamilton that's nicknamed Poet's corner or something because there's Shakespeare Ave and then other streets after other poets all about it.
Main streets in New Zealand tend to be called Queen Street or Victoria Street. Not to mention all the places named after British people associated with the East India Trading Company.
I really want to see Finding Neverland and my brother isn't inclined to take me. Damn him.

Fin.