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xansSo I've decided it's more fun to be pleasantly buzzed for an entire evening than to get rip roaring drunk and pass out half way through the night. Andrea and I finished off a bottle Timarri wine between us. It was wonderful and I love how someone always seems to have a bottle of wine handy. Even Eileen, although hers is always white because she's allergic to red (migraines from hell). As it was it meant I spent the entire evening happy, and finding most things funny, and feeling flushed, but it was wonderful.
I got Andrea some chocolates to go along with having seen Finding Neverland (ulterior motives to both; I benefit as well). There were scorched almonds, and these irish cream chocolate sticks. I smelled them; I smelled the alcohol and they were rich but not too rich and oh so divine.
I ended up spending the night. I wasn't so drunk I couldn't think straight, but it meant I didn't have to worry about getting home on the off chance I did. It also meant showing Andrea bash.org, and us laughing at terrible Mary-Sues (my boysmut I read is so much better), and she even got a glimpse of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
shoebox_project. Will see how long it takes to get her to be a true Remus/Sirius shipper.
I want to have a t-shirt that says, "I do believe in commas. I do, I do." (Easist way to find fellow SBP cultists: publicize my own obsession)
Today I got two ties from Dad as he never uses them and I told him I wanted one for a belt. (It looks as good as I imagined) I will have to hit up second hand stores and the like if I want to avoid paying $30 or more for a tie. I wore my red flares today, which is why I thought of the tie-belt again, and even looked into avg. tie prices. Alas, I am too poor for the time being.
Eileen and Andrea approve of my description of Hugh Grant... that no matter what movie it is, he always seems to play the same character, the 'charming shmuck.' (About a Boy is on tonight, which is why I remember)
Strange bugs are flying inside. I'd better close the door. It's so hot, so muggy. The rain was no relief today. Too soft to loosen the dirt, not enough to take away the heat, just opressive cloud and mist and heat inside and out... screwed if you don't have A/C. Even in the dark it isn't all that chilly. I'm craving ice cream all the time.
(Break out, break out. Drink more water but the skin's still oily and the hair frizzes and clings refusing to do what it's told...)
I need to wash my sheets. And clothes. Oh, the pile the grows. Trying to remember to do it. Hoping it's warm and dry and sunny. Having the patience to wait 'til it's done, to remember to hang it up. Fussing. (It's that or melt. Melt in clothes built for winter not summer, dryer climes not this swamp)
Don't ask.
Suzie still hasn't said yes, yet. Not that I've heard. And they ask, and I can't say, and I wish I could. I don't want it to be no. Hurry up and be yes already.
Fin.
I got Andrea some chocolates to go along with having seen Finding Neverland (ulterior motives to both; I benefit as well). There were scorched almonds, and these irish cream chocolate sticks. I smelled them; I smelled the alcohol and they were rich but not too rich and oh so divine.
I ended up spending the night. I wasn't so drunk I couldn't think straight, but it meant I didn't have to worry about getting home on the off chance I did. It also meant showing Andrea bash.org, and us laughing at terrible Mary-Sues (my boysmut I read is so much better), and she even got a glimpse of
shoebox_project. Will see how long it takes to get her to be a true Remus/Sirius shipper. I want to have a t-shirt that says, "I do believe in commas. I do, I do." (Easist way to find fellow SBP cultists: publicize my own obsession)
Today I got two ties from Dad as he never uses them and I told him I wanted one for a belt. (It looks as good as I imagined) I will have to hit up second hand stores and the like if I want to avoid paying $30 or more for a tie. I wore my red flares today, which is why I thought of the tie-belt again, and even looked into avg. tie prices. Alas, I am too poor for the time being.
Eileen and Andrea approve of my description of Hugh Grant... that no matter what movie it is, he always seems to play the same character, the 'charming shmuck.' (About a Boy is on tonight, which is why I remember)
Strange bugs are flying inside. I'd better close the door. It's so hot, so muggy. The rain was no relief today. Too soft to loosen the dirt, not enough to take away the heat, just opressive cloud and mist and heat inside and out... screwed if you don't have A/C. Even in the dark it isn't all that chilly. I'm craving ice cream all the time.
(Break out, break out. Drink more water but the skin's still oily and the hair frizzes and clings refusing to do what it's told...)
I need to wash my sheets. And clothes. Oh, the pile the grows. Trying to remember to do it. Hoping it's warm and dry and sunny. Having the patience to wait 'til it's done, to remember to hang it up. Fussing. (It's that or melt. Melt in clothes built for winter not summer, dryer climes not this swamp)
Don't ask.
Suzie still hasn't said yes, yet. Not that I've heard. And they ask, and I can't say, and I wish I could. I don't want it to be no. Hurry up and be yes already.
Fin.
