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Jul. 26th, 2005 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt's a good thing that Christine took me out today and that the noms came through for my reading perusal (lots and lots and lots to read, Oh Dear) because otherwise, the most interesting thing in my day would be my sudden bitterness towards a lot of stuff. Oh, and the fact I remembered to open my curtains for the first time in months.
Life is just very strange at the moment, and my hormones are making me do and think some crazy things. Predominantly, it's along the lines of "is it THAT hard to tell my which trousers/bedlinen/anything have been pissed into so I can get the fucking rubber gloves which I bought myself out?" I mean, jesus. My hands are in an awful state from the sheer amount of times that I've washed them in horror, and sometimes, the smell lodges itself in your nostrils and all you want to do is die.
So I went swimming with Christine this afternoon, which actually really cheered me up because I haven't seen her for ages. Lots of mad swimming and complimented of bikinis and wibbling about bikini lines and stuff. Sometimes, it helps to be girly.
I wish I had something to write about, but instead I want to wibble about... stuff. And I can't. Because sometimes I have consideration to my flist, and this is the kind of wibble that spreads. I knew I was thinking about it all too early.
Erm, yeah. I'm going to post something coherant tomorrow after my brain has melted from Doctor Who intake. On piece of good news - I'm being lent The Five Doctors on Thursday. It's frankly sad how excited I am about this, but it's my first exposure to Not Crappily Written Two and COMPLETELY first exposure to Three!
See, the exclamation marks have started. Somewhere, there's an essay about why fandom makes me feel good. Not tonight, though.
~Hathy_Col~
Life is just very strange at the moment, and my hormones are making me do and think some crazy things. Predominantly, it's along the lines of "is it THAT hard to tell my which trousers/bedlinen/anything have been pissed into so I can get the fucking rubber gloves which I bought myself out?" I mean, jesus. My hands are in an awful state from the sheer amount of times that I've washed them in horror, and sometimes, the smell lodges itself in your nostrils and all you want to do is die.
So I went swimming with Christine this afternoon, which actually really cheered me up because I haven't seen her for ages. Lots of mad swimming and complimented of bikinis and wibbling about bikini lines and stuff. Sometimes, it helps to be girly.
I wish I had something to write about, but instead I want to wibble about... stuff. And I can't. Because sometimes I have consideration to my flist, and this is the kind of wibble that spreads. I knew I was thinking about it all too early.
Erm, yeah. I'm going to post something coherant tomorrow after my brain has melted from Doctor Who intake. On piece of good news - I'm being lent The Five Doctors on Thursday. It's frankly sad how excited I am about this, but it's my first exposure to Not Crappily Written Two and COMPLETELY first exposure to Three!
See, the exclamation marks have started. Somewhere, there's an essay about why fandom makes me feel good. Not tonight, though.
~Hathy_Col~
