Every so often a fanfiction idea creeps up on me like a creepy-crawly thing and sits in my hair like "HI."

Right. Tea, raspberry and coconut slice, and then folding clothes, I guess?

So, does anyone have that friend who texts you and says "Hey, mind if I pop in for a chat?" when they're already on their way to your house, assuming you'll be free?

Goood... afternoon, Plurk!

My girlfriend is a goddamned tank. She was way, way more sick than I was last night. Went to bed at five, got up at nine, went to work.

Ow. Alcohol is the worst. It's 8am and I'm sat in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, nursing the un-funnest hangover ever.

{Buttpat} Put the dry washing away, tucked the stuffed toys and Sheno's Christmas presents out of sight, hoovered, cleared off her desk.

One day's notice before photographers come and take pics of the house should be illegal.

Blargh. I am so tired, for no good reason.

{Sex facts} Apparently blowing into the vagina can cause an embolism and lead to death. /brb crossing les forever