very highly random

[salixbabylon]

clean panties are a good thing

as is living in a time and place in which I first did laundry by hand at age 31

very glad to have settled that British cocks are measured in inches, not centimeters

Ewan makes me swoony in a way that Orlando and Viggo don't much anymore. This makes me sad to realize I am so fickle.

we hired my friend's son to work on the retaining walls while we were gone. he did and did a great job, but left a window open and now there is a thick layer of gritty sand over every surface in the front half of the house, and i killed myself cleaning the 2 days before we left so i could come home to a clean house. I'd be furious but he's topless again and his pants are falling off his ass again and I'm so burning in hell for this, aren't i?

i had something i wnated to say when i started this post but i can't remember what it is

god i've missed the internet

Comments

[heartofslash.livejournal.com]

Ewan makes me swoony in a way that Orlando and Viggo don't much anymore. This makes me sad to realize I am so fickle.

KABOOM! Welcome to my world. But I'm not sad about it. I revel in my fickleness. New fandoms, new hot men, new plots to discover, new stories to be told... and Ewan comes loads of possibilities! Think of all the fandoms - Star Wars, Velvet Goldmine, Trainspotting, The Island, Moulin Rouge, down With Love, Long Way Round, A Life Less Ordinary... but not Big Fish. you can't slash Big Fish. At least, you can't slash Edward Bloom. He loves his wife too much. But you CAN swoon over him, if you like.

but left a window open and now there is a thick layer of gritty sand over every surface in the front half of the house,

Ha ha - welcome to my world again! I'd just got rid of the sandblasting dust, and the mason started to grind out the old mortar with my office window open - eek!

I'd be furious but he's topless again and his pants are falling off his ass again and I'm so burning in hell for this, aren't i?

Um, dear, that's a good thing to come home to.

My mum and I were at the EX (like the county fair only bigger) and she pointed out a cute kid and I said yeah... and the dad is cute too, and my 70-year old mum gave me this hilarious patronizing look and said "Well, why do you think I was pretending to look at the kid?" See - it'll never end!

And the internet has missed you.

[salixbabylon.livejournal.com]

V/O - I guess I have trouble letting go. Which is silly anyway, because I'll probably stumble along something with that pairing that is really good and rekindles my interest sooner or later. Meanwhile - Ewan! *swoon*

*sandblasting empathy* You had my sympathy before, but now we are bound by restraints chains of common experience.

I think it's the fact that he's my co-worker's kid that throws me, even if he is only 9 years younger than I. I like your mum; that's how I want to be when I'm 70. ;)

*hugs*