So, now that we’re alone...
Nov. 24th, 2006 12:45 pmSo what shall we do while the Americans are all off feasting at Thanksgiving? I vote we hide LJ behind the couch cushions and look all innocent when they get back.
“LJ? What is this LJ of which you speak? Oh that LJ behind the couch cushions! Yeees, I don’t know how that got there.”
But first, we’d all better practise looking incredibly innocent and blameless, otherwise I don’t think we'll be able to pull it off.
I am happy and giddy because I have made a silly icon (not the one on this post) and also because it is Bleach Day. I do love Bleach Day and I love Bleach Exile even more for scanlating the chapters at the speed of light and filling my afternoons with Bleachy goodness.
Also (and I’ve just realised this) I haven't had a cup of tea since breakfast, which could explain my light-headed giddiness and my strange but overwhelming desire to go and put the kettle on. Any kettle. As long as it’s now.
In further stream-of-consciousness blogging, I must confess to having an extremely lewd story in my head as I took the bus home yesterday afternoon. Oh yes. Hehe. My Timothy-of-the-heads has bet me that I won’t write it and as a punishment for his lack of faith, I have declared that not only will I write it, but I will not allow him to read it. That will teach him.
However, this whole situation of stories in my head only served to highlight the main reason I will most likely never drive a car unless in an emergency: I just don’t want to concentrate. I get the best ideas when sitting on the bus or the train and they’re usually so distracting that I have to whip out my handy notebook and write them down straight away. I couldn’t do that if I was driving. Instead, I’d be sitting there, desperately trying to remember the details so I can write them down later while at the same time trying not to kill anyone with my lack of concentration.
I just don’t have the attention span for driving, I’m afraid.
And now, I shall go and shove LJ down behind my couch cushions before the Americans get back...
“LJ? What is this LJ of which you speak? Oh that LJ behind the couch cushions! Yeees, I don’t know how that got there.”
But first, we’d all better practise looking incredibly innocent and blameless, otherwise I don’t think we'll be able to pull it off.
I am happy and giddy because I have made a silly icon (not the one on this post) and also because it is Bleach Day. I do love Bleach Day and I love Bleach Exile even more for scanlating the chapters at the speed of light and filling my afternoons with Bleachy goodness.
Also (and I’ve just realised this) I haven't had a cup of tea since breakfast, which could explain my light-headed giddiness and my strange but overwhelming desire to go and put the kettle on. Any kettle. As long as it’s now.
In further stream-of-consciousness blogging, I must confess to having an extremely lewd story in my head as I took the bus home yesterday afternoon. Oh yes. Hehe. My Timothy-of-the-heads has bet me that I won’t write it and as a punishment for his lack of faith, I have declared that not only will I write it, but I will not allow him to read it. That will teach him.
However, this whole situation of stories in my head only served to highlight the main reason I will most likely never drive a car unless in an emergency: I just don’t want to concentrate. I get the best ideas when sitting on the bus or the train and they’re usually so distracting that I have to whip out my handy notebook and write them down straight away. I couldn’t do that if I was driving. Instead, I’d be sitting there, desperately trying to remember the details so I can write them down later while at the same time trying not to kill anyone with my lack of concentration.
I just don’t have the attention span for driving, I’m afraid.
And now, I shall go and shove LJ down behind my couch cushions before the Americans get back...
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