Initially? From Carver who left a browser window open on my laptop (which, when I opened it up in public and was greeted by not just porn but GIF'd porn... so it was like Harry Potter moving-picture porn... of ladies... and other ladies, gave me quite a little shock).
There are, however, tags that are more relevant to my interests.
But, yeah, Carver. And his porn. Because it really has permeated more aspects of our lives than I think any of us even realize.
Today, May 15, 2013 I'm 29 and Fen is 33 (but I swear he doesn't look a day over 32 -- ha! No, I'm lying... he's a vampire and he doesn't age).
Over the course of today, I was called Sir twice and Hon once (and Big Guy once -- but that's neither here nor there) by a collection of strangers. I think statistically that means I must be tipping towards permanent Sir-dom (which, I've thought for a long time, is the equivalent of being called ma'am... sort of?).
LOOK, I found your drunk Tali picture with the straw and I LOVE IIIIT and I liked it, but I can't reblog it. WHAT IS THIS FOUL MAGIC?!?!
Ohhh I think because it's a message reply and you can't reblog it unless you use missing e. Maybe I'll draw a nicer one, one day, and then have it rebloggable!
although..me working on art hhhhaaaaaahhhhhh, not with my lazy streak
Hmm. What is the unit of measure for mistletoe? I'm assuming it's bunches.
Bunches of mistletoe? Does that sound right?
My mother is a huge fan of mistletoe. Like HUGE. She hangs bunches and bunches of it. BUNCHES. Everywhere. I remember when I was a kid and using my parent's bathroom, once, and I was upstairs and didn't want to go all the way downstairs to use that one and so I used their master bathroom... which I normally didn't ever do because it always seemed kind of weird. Like. You know.
Anyway, I was in there and she'd hung mistletoe not only over the bedroom doorway, but also over the bed, over their dresser, over the closet door, over the door into the master bath... and over the shower. That was the one that really threw me. There was just... lots of kissing in that room. In that house. And in the yard. And, like, at the grocery store.
My parents were a very touchy-feely-kissy sort.
Anyway, I currently have a bunch hanging from one of the beams over the kitchen.
