At the sign of the Starving Slattern

[smokingboot]

Today, we cleared out our wardrobes and started our diet.

Bleah.

I do not get this happy zippy feeling of 'Well now, there's a job well done!' about housekeeping; I seriously don't give a damn and would rather just hurl my old clothes out of the windows and eat out of bits of old newspaper.

Right now I am hungry enough to eat the newspaper.

Still, I rediscovered how much cool and mostly purple stuff I still have. Purple is good. And the bedroom does look better; you can see the carpet now. I'm never sure as to why that is considered a good thing, but it is, so huzzah.

Right now I quite want sex, though I am in too weird and cantankerous a mood to really enjoy it, let alone make it enjoyable for anyone else. Maybe my backbrain's just brought it up to divert me from how hungry I am. Unusual sex would be good, sex in a wetsuit perhaps, or in a tank, or on an enormous pizza.

P.S. Did I mention I was hungry?

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[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Ah but consider...out of the sea comes a man, trident in one hand and big platter of fruits de la mer in the other...he brings me crustaceans. I will crunch them up on my salty sweet tongue and then, when sated, I will turn my attentions to him.

You're right. Time to lose that wetsuit.