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I want Moroccan Tea-glasses. I wonder where I can buy them in Melbourne?
Still feeling very
asexual. I've always a mild hangup about sex, and considering the emotional shit that surrounds the one time I tried it, it's no wonder I've never really got over it (Werrrl, I've never had the opportunity since anyway). But seeing this affects absolutely 0 people, I'm not particularly concerned.
Occasionally, I'll miss having a high school type relationship, though. I wouldn't mind the odd snog, or to feel like someone is mine, and vice-versa. You know, be couply with. I just don't have any desire for teh sex. (Clearly I am selfish, and do not wish to share my toys.)
My brain is odd.
Tea is good. I can believe in tea.
Saw The Crow for the first time ever (I know. Shut up). I enjoyed it more than I expected to - i.e., at all. I especially liked the quote from Paradise Lost (I looked it up, I didn't recognise it. I haven't read more than a page or so of Milton, though I plan to some time). I'm thinking of making it an icon. I have a Dürer image all lined up and everything.
I feel like I need to see The Crow again some time to get a proper handle on how I feel about it.
Started reading my Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes last night (because I'd left Going Postal in the car) and was surprised at how readable I found it. I'd forgotten that the first four pages of "A Study in Scarlet" were missing, though. I wouldn't mind getting hold of a copy to read some time.
Still feeling very
Me: Hey, brain! What's the opposite of wanting sex?
Brain: Straight?
Me: Mwaha, brain, you crazy foo'.
asexual. I've always a mild hangup about sex, and considering the emotional shit that surrounds the one time I tried it, it's no wonder I've never really got over it (Werrrl, I've never had the opportunity since anyway). But seeing this affects absolutely 0 people, I'm not particularly concerned.
Occasionally, I'll miss having a high school type relationship, though. I wouldn't mind the odd snog, or to feel like someone is mine, and vice-versa. You know, be couply with. I just don't have any desire for teh sex. (Clearly I am selfish, and do not wish to share my toys.)
My brain is odd.
Tea is good. I can believe in tea.
Saw The Crow for the first time ever (I know. Shut up). I enjoyed it more than I expected to - i.e., at all. I especially liked the quote from Paradise Lost (I looked it up, I didn't recognise it. I haven't read more than a page or so of Milton, though I plan to some time). I'm thinking of making it an icon. I have a Dürer image all lined up and everything.
I feel like I need to see The Crow again some time to get a proper handle on how I feel about it.
Started reading my Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes last night (because I'd left Going Postal in the car) and was surprised at how readable I found it. I'd forgotten that the first four pages of "A Study in Scarlet" were missing, though. I wouldn't mind getting hold of a copy to read some time.