1. And it's always there, in the lower right hand corner, just waiting to suck.
2. Anyone who wants to be a can't-hack-it pantywaist who wears their mama's bra, raise your hand.
7. Look, we all go way back and uh, I owe you from the thing with the guy in the place and I'll never forget it.
9. No, I'm not an American. I'm a nymphomaniac.
Sorry to pyroclasticgrub and numensule about punking out on dinner tonight. Mom's leaving tomorrow (just for a say or two) and she wanted to have dinner out with me. To talk.
She always makes it sound so serious, but really, it's the same conversation we always have- I explain what I'm doing at school and how I'll probably be in scool in some form or another for the next five years of my life (including the year off I want to take to try and earn at least some money for the future). We discussed our next round of home improvements (eavestroughs and new flooring) and how in debt we are. And we are. I'm a little worried, actually, but mom says it's not that bad and we've actually got a handle on it.
So for the S&B tomorrow, who's coming? numensule, are you coming, and if so are you sleeping over again? Because I can take the bus in with you in the morning, assuming I wake up in time.
I recced this to fairestcat, and now I'm reccing it to everyone: Roundabout, by casirafics Dr Who (9th Doctor/Rose) PG 13. Brilliant.
I have Novillero's cover of Ceremony stuck in my head. I'm enjoying it. :)