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Purple Prose
Jan. 27th, 2004 04:40 pmI just read the expression 'her flooded chamber' (which 'he' entered) referring to a woman's well-lubricated genitals. Flooded chamber. Maybe I found it so unerotic because it reminds me of plumbing and plumbing reminds me of my decrepit heating system... Flooded chamber. Query: does she slosh?
Speaking of the heating: there was another (and hopefully the last) episode of this never-ending story today, because the technician had inserted the spare part the wrong way yesterday. 18° this morning, and I must say that I was *very* close to having a fit of the hysterics. They mended it during my lunch break. Needless to say that I had to clean up after them...
Did I already mention that, when I opened the dishwasher this morning, the handle came off? I already ordered a new one (handle, not dishwasher) and the repentant technician showed me how to put it in.
When it rains, it pours. That is SO effing true.
Tonight the carpenter is coming, to show me the blueprints for my soon-to-be bookshelves, table and cupboard.
And after that, I just *might* drink myself into a benign celebratory coma.
Speaking of the heating: there was another (and hopefully the last) episode of this never-ending story today, because the technician had inserted the spare part the wrong way yesterday. 18° this morning, and I must say that I was *very* close to having a fit of the hysterics. They mended it during my lunch break. Needless to say that I had to clean up after them...
Did I already mention that, when I opened the dishwasher this morning, the handle came off? I already ordered a new one (handle, not dishwasher) and the repentant technician showed me how to put it in.
When it rains, it pours. That is SO effing true.
Tonight the carpenter is coming, to show me the blueprints for my soon-to-be bookshelves, table and cupboard.
And after that, I just *might* drink myself into a benign celebratory coma.
