I have no energy, and no motivation whatsoever. And no leather trousers (that currently fit me), either, so whoever keeps hitting this site in search for them, please stop.
I mentioned to one or two people that the costumes I wear to the Nocturnal parties are always too hot, so for next year I was going to lose weight, get fit, and wear a damn bikini. I was joking, but now I’ve seen it. The bikini that I could wear. Shiny black pvc with metal plating. I Want It. It’s perfect. I have to join a gym.
Have been surfing Christian Kane sites (a) because he’s gorgeous, and (b) in the hope that this would take the edge of my re-escalating JM obsession. Was working until the conversation I had with Luna last night popped back into my head. Damnit!
I’m going to give in to the Meghan and get one of those little check box thangs where you can choose whether to have links open in new windows or not. If I was really clever, I should figure out how to do it myself. But I can’t be arsed.
