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So, Nat and I were meant to go to a creative writing thing last night, but I was feeling crook (still haven't got rid of this bug...) and we're apathetic. Soooo....we went to a brothel and then she came back to my place.

Enthused with the Mik/Tybaltness of my desktop, I opened Photoshop to demonstrate a few techniques and tools to her.

About two hours later, I'd finished another wallpaper. Procrastination, thy name is Dani.

I'm actually pondering putting them up on my website. Hmm...

*cough* Erm, hello? *taps microphone*

I think I should explain a little.

Nat and I have never been to a brothel. (At least together...)

Corybantic says:
you went to a brothel?
Bite Me. Dru's mine. says:
No. I was being very silly at the time....
Corybantic says:
right... that's what I thought... then I thought... maybe you were being silly at the time
Bite Me. Dru's mine. says:
Sure.
Bite Me. Dru's mine. says:
Can't remember how the brothel came into it (I'd only had 2 hours of sleep), but I did suggest we go into a Club X and draw smiley faces on all the *cough* thingies...
And I remember suggesting when at the ATM that we go to a brothel, and Nat said "Let's not." and I said "Let's not, and say we did."
So we did.
Corybantic says:
hehe