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Aaaaaah, holidays
Aug. 14th, 2003 07:23 amDeep thoughts? Don't think so. Not at this time of day. I haven't yet gone down to breakfast, i.e. am without caffeine. Nicotine already consumed in satisfying quantities.
It may sound stupid (and probably is) but I'm so pleased because people have added me to their friends list.
It's as hot here as it is in Vienna, with the added bonus of mosquitos. Mosquito bites on still-pale skin aren't exactly what you' call erotic. Why didn't the kittens catch and eat them?
In-depth and slightly inebriated discussion last night with my best friends, whose love life is as disastrous as mine. After cursing the fact that we're not lesbians, which would solve the problem admirably, I told her that: 1) I'm almost 40, single, a writer, and I love cats. 2) Does that say something about my state of mind and mental health. 3) No. 4) BUT: the moment I start writing an Arabella-Figg-as-Mary-Sue fic involving heated BDSM sex with Lucius Malfoy, she'll buy me a straitjacket for either my birthday or Christmas.
The kittens have adjusted admirably, i.e. the room belongs to them, not me. Am I to demanding if I wish they caught the mosquitoes? Probably yes.
Now I'm going to take this lovely laptop, go down to breakfast, have lots of coffee and strawberry juice, and then retire to pool. Impossible to stay in the sun--yesterday afternoon, the temperature was 39°. And that in central bloody Europe.
It may sound stupid (and probably is) but I'm so pleased because people have added me to their friends list.
It's as hot here as it is in Vienna, with the added bonus of mosquitos. Mosquito bites on still-pale skin aren't exactly what you' call erotic. Why didn't the kittens catch and eat them?
In-depth and slightly inebriated discussion last night with my best friends, whose love life is as disastrous as mine. After cursing the fact that we're not lesbians, which would solve the problem admirably, I told her that: 1) I'm almost 40, single, a writer, and I love cats. 2) Does that say something about my state of mind and mental health. 3) No. 4) BUT: the moment I start writing an Arabella-Figg-as-Mary-Sue fic involving heated BDSM sex with Lucius Malfoy, she'll buy me a straitjacket for either my birthday or Christmas.
The kittens have adjusted admirably, i.e. the room belongs to them, not me. Am I to demanding if I wish they caught the mosquitoes? Probably yes.
Now I'm going to take this lovely laptop, go down to breakfast, have lots of coffee and strawberry juice, and then retire to pool. Impossible to stay in the sun--yesterday afternoon, the temperature was 39°. And that in central bloody Europe.
