Oh, yeah. I am so cool.

I don't even know why! I just am!

When people ask, "So, Sonja, how did you spend your time in America?" I will say, "Making LJ icons and layouts cos I am so sodding cool!"

No, not really. I'll lie. And say it was a puppy.

I'm meant to go charity-shop shopping tomorrow, but I don't know if I will. And I need to get Linzie's phone number again. I had written it on a piece of paper, and apparently said paper has been toshed, cos I can't find the fucker. Housemates.

Cheery bye!

Ten things. . .

. . .I've never done.

I have never. . .

1.) Milked a cow.
2.) Made pancakes.
3.) Been to France.
4.) Eaten Gouda cheese.
5.) Given money to a beggar on the street.
6.) Been on a cruise.
7.) Seen the Aurora Borealis.
8.) Learnt to roller skate.
9.) Gotten stitches.
10.) Seen The Exorcist.

Fic(s) in progress.

Okies. I am trying to write this Billijah, but nothing is working. And I've got my October Limey!Challenge fic started, but fuck me if I can get past the first page. Hell, fuck me if I can't. I need it!

Arse.

A kilt-fetishist without her kilty-boy is a sad, sad thing. I think.

Maybe I can stick a tablecloth on some unwitting American stranger and . . . no. Bad idea.

It really is ironic.

Today I went to an antique shop called The Brass Something-Or-Other. Actually, it was some kind of animal, but I don't know what. The Brass Badger? No, I'm kidding. (I wrote 'No, I'm kissing' first. Jeez Louise.)

Anywho, I bought some Weird Scottish Postcards™. They're from the early 1900's (I think the oldest was posted in 1905 and the most recent was 1911), and they're fanfuckingtastic. People wrote strangely way back when.

Here's one:

FRONT:
(Nice picture of Balgay Park in Dundee)
This is a lovely spot.
Expect to be here tonight.

REVERSE:
(Posted 5 August, 1907, 12.15 pm, from Dundee.)
Excuse the address as only had pencil now have ink.

4/8/07
Sunday in Dundee. I lay in bed till 11 am. This is a wet & dry sort of day and I don't expect to go out, but am having a gay time. I intend returning to Montrose Monday night. Hope to see you soon.

Love from,
(Can't make out the name)

Where's the irony, you ask? That I would travel half-way around the world to buy postcards from Scotland.