Good morning. And stuff.

First things first. Nicked this from asterix. I haven't done it yet, but I will.

"Post anything that you want in a comment, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realise read your LJ) have to say."

So, good morning! It's a sunshiney day today, and all the snow will melt away. =D

I have less time left here than I will be spending in Australia with vestalvagrant. That, as skyeathena would say, is surreal.

Out-Of-Context Quote of the Day™:
I ask Wood whether he often takes it out and fondles it.

"No," he says. "I haven't taken it out in quite some time. I'd rather just keep it hidden away for now."

Need more.

I need more icon space, damnit. 50 just aren't enough. I'm a freak, yes I am.

And, apparently, happiness is a bowl of choccychip icecream drenched in choccy sauce with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups mixed in for good measure. For brekkie. Washed down with a Coke, of course. Jesus.

I love BoyLove. Yeah.

I've spent the entire day online. Wow. Not only am I a dork, but I've got no life.

I spent a fair portion of my day sifting through the fellow_shippers archives. Oooh, yeah. Found a VigOrliBean to die for. I need to get on my own fics, namely the spit-and-polish of the November Limey!Challenge.

I write the best when I'm a walking ball of sexual energy.

Angelfire sucks my (non-existent) cock.

I had a loverly piccy of some phone boxes up, and then it disappeared. Turns out, Angelfire just sucks large amounts of willy, and said I had violated their terms of service. Good for them.

Hence the Tube map. My old stop was South Kensington. If you look to the immediate right of the entryboxes, and just a bit below centre, you will see it.

I am off now to scream curses and read (more) smut. Damn.