An Unused Room, Full Of Dusty Old Crap

This subject line, originally used for a Snape/Lucretia role play, always makes me smile. So I'm using it again. Huzzah.

Died my hair 'cherry blaze' this afternoon. Not as blazey as I would have imagined, but then my hair is rather dark to begin with. I like being a red head, probably why I continue to buy dyes in those shades.

Cat spent all day wanting food. Poor little guy, I think the steroids make him hungry.

Just listened to an interview with Dames Judi and Maggie about 'Ladies in Lavender'

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4626444

Go listen. It's great. *hearts them*

In Addition...

Just because it might make people laugh. I am WAY too obsessed with fanfiction.

A quick explanation. A writer, when drunk, will attempt to write. I went clubbing the other week, and I remember scrawling crap all over my leg with a pen that I'd bought earlier in the evening.

Drunkenness, in me, also seems to make me slightly bisexually curious (I don't know why - I suppose it's just that it kills of the brain cells that would ever be inhibited)

So, ANYWAY. I was cleaning my room today and I opened up this notebook that I had CLEARLY written in when I got home drunk the other night. I'd forgotten all about it. After pages of indecipherable drunken scribble, there was a quite coherent fanficcy quote that I might use one day, if I can ever get that crazy mindset back again while NOT drunk.

And, here it is.


"Oh, Xiomara, when I was drunk I thought I was heterosexual!" - Minerva.


That, for someone utterly drunk, is quite amusing, I think.