Last night I read one of the most profoundly disturbing fanfics I have ever seen. I don't know why I carried on past the first paragraph, as it should have been immediately clear that it was WAY too squicky for my tastes, but I did ( Read more... )

The mouse I'm using is thoroughly annoying. Whenever I move it, click it, do anything with it, it emits a high-pitched, almost - but not quite - inaudible buzzing sound. It's unbelievably irritating ( Read more... )

This is not my own writing. I don't know whose it is. I am cutting and pasting it from the Straight Dope because it so neatly and, uh, colourfully sums up what I want to say every time I hear people complaining about how the language is "degrading" and no-one speaks "properly" anymore because people are, you know, saying things DIFFERENTLY to how ( Read more... )

The old pier in Brighton caught fire this morning. Now it's burned out, just a strange skeleton-looking thing with seagulls circling over it wondering where their nests went. The whole of Brighton smells of smoke, and as you get closer to the sea, there are tiny white flakes of ash floating in the air

On my middle finger, right hand, I have a scar from a cigarette burn. It was a pretty bad burn; the scar is about a quarter of an inch across, red and raised, and quite noticeable, and it's been there for years and years ( Read more... )

( Well, yeah. )

Sitting: in a computer lab ( Read more... )

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While looking for a butterfly picture on Google images...

( I found this. )

I went out last night. I got very, very drunk.

I wore: a chopped-off denim miniskirt, fishnet tights, knee-high boots, a t-shirt with a cowgirl on it, a military-looking jacket, and silk roses in my hair. I looked like a fight between Delirium, a prostitute, and the 1980s ( Read more... )