Me and my amazing, hot date tonight.

Best date I've been on! First we fooled around on the couch, but now we've gone to bed together, and I'm sure we'll end up sleeping together before the night is out... Or not. I'm sure this one could keep me going all night. It's just that good.

(Its name is Warbreaker, by Brandon Sanderson, for those who really want to know...)

I excel at the art of hitting light switches with my nose because my hands are full.

That feeling when your story just completely ran off on you and it’s off the rails now and you’ve got no fucking clue where it’s going but you’ve got heaps of adrenalin rushing through your veins so you’re just going to run after it and follow because what the fuck else are you supposed to do?

A thought: One day people will be making period drama about our time period and totally mess up the costuming and costume buffs will write long bitchy essays on the Internet about how the 50’s dresses are totally wrong for the time period and anyway, the collars are all wrong and they would never use these specific patterns, as if! And other people will respond and there will be a flaming war just because we of the 2010s like our historically inaccurate 50’s dresses.

Dear me,

Please make up my mind. Either be too tired to do anything and go the hell to SLEEP or let me DO stuff.

Sincerely, me

There is nothing quite like dancing in the rain after a long, hot day!

My fosterbrother, all of just-nine-years-old was watching the youth news (newsprogram for kids) earlier and looked back at me with this heartbroken expression. “I HATE it when it’s about refugees. It always makes me so sad… Can I just not watch?”

And all I could think to say was “Me too sweetheart, me too…” while not trying to tear up.