Tonight am going to bed, secure in the knowledge that my throat will hurt in the morning and get promptly better. And Angel brought me a set of encyclopaedias from work! Yay for 1970's encyclopaedias! They will help to make this house a home. That and a kitten. I want a kitten. Preferably a dwarf kitten that will never grow longer than six inches, and will be adorable forever.
There is a snowdrift of dead ants along the kitchen wall. Yay for effective anticides. Yay even more for Angel, who is cleaning them up with a broom. Perhaps we will triumph over the little devils.
Have spent evening tormenting R, all stemming from the not-so-innocent conversation on a semi-private channel. I didn't start it, but I did feel compelled to add in that I happen to like giving blowjobs, particularly on the steps of crypts. Apparently this renders certain people (to quote): intrigued, aroused, and disturbed by that all at once....
I am pleased with my work, and will no doubt be savagely abused for divulging far more information about my sexual practises than certain people ever really wanted to hear - but are nonetheless more than a little intrigued by. Apparently, I'm one of the few women I know who actually enjoys giving blowjobs.
Speaking of TMI, perhaps I should filter my friends list down to the people who aren't going to fall over in apoplectic shock if I run my metaphorical mouth. Hence, a Paid-Users-Option poll:
Should I make another Friends-List group of people who don't care if I throw out TMI entries - hitherto largely self-censored?
Angel's teeth are brushed, think it's time to follow him.