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Random stuff
Jul. 20th, 2007 10:59 pmI’m determined to write today because I’m getting annoyed at myself for not writing. That means no WoW (and no WoW ranting despite a doozy building) and decorating can be done tomorrow, well finished, because we have got a ton done.
I have realised why beloved is not looking directly at me, it’s because he is, somewhat bewilderingly, not shaving again. Not because he likes beards, but because he hates hates hates hates shaving (yeah, him and every many past puberty) and believes my hatred of facial hair will lead me to nag him about it.
Perish the thought! Why waste my nagging powers? He will quickly reach the period of hating ITCHING more and get a shave (ruining a razor in the process. As an aside, I must discover why a household of two men has in excess of 7 razors - ALL blunt). Besides, even if he endures the itch he will realise verrry quickly that the blonde fluff that patchily sprouts in seemingly random places about his face will never miraculously develop into any kind of bear and reluctantly shave. I will reserve my powers of nag for when they are needed.
Went shopping, have the red wallpaper (with the tasteful gold pattern), the red carpet and the golden bed spread and golden curtains. It is going to like truly fabulous. I’m just torn between beach furniture or a darker wood.
It has rained all day and all night. I haven’t looked out the window, I just don’t want to know anymore. So long as I’m not drowning I can live in denial.
Beloved is drinking innocent smoothies like they’re crack. This amuses me muchly. I think he’s going to make himself ill.
Ah I feel like Harry Potter in the last book when he is revealed to be an incubus, incapacitates Draco with orgasms and beats Voldemort to death with Ron’s bondage equipment
(and before the forces of Potterdom kill me, no that WASN’T a real spoiler. But it really really should be :))
I have realised why beloved is not looking directly at me, it’s because he is, somewhat bewilderingly, not shaving again. Not because he likes beards, but because he hates hates hates hates shaving (yeah, him and every many past puberty) and believes my hatred of facial hair will lead me to nag him about it.
Perish the thought! Why waste my nagging powers? He will quickly reach the period of hating ITCHING more and get a shave (ruining a razor in the process. As an aside, I must discover why a household of two men has in excess of 7 razors - ALL blunt). Besides, even if he endures the itch he will realise verrry quickly that the blonde fluff that patchily sprouts in seemingly random places about his face will never miraculously develop into any kind of bear and reluctantly shave. I will reserve my powers of nag for when they are needed.
Went shopping, have the red wallpaper (with the tasteful gold pattern), the red carpet and the golden bed spread and golden curtains. It is going to like truly fabulous. I’m just torn between beach furniture or a darker wood.
It has rained all day and all night. I haven’t looked out the window, I just don’t want to know anymore. So long as I’m not drowning I can live in denial.
Beloved is drinking innocent smoothies like they’re crack. This amuses me muchly. I think he’s going to make himself ill.
Ah I feel like Harry Potter in the last book when he is revealed to be an incubus, incapacitates Draco with orgasms and beats Voldemort to death with Ron’s bondage equipment
(and before the forces of Potterdom kill me, no that WASN’T a real spoiler. But it really really should be :))