In which...

[devi]

...I have rampant outdoor sex, get confused about the Apocalypse, say 'I' far too much, go cold turkey and have only two ideas all year long.


I'm back. Taken today on the Parkland Walk, a disused railway line in Highgate, north London. Hello. I decided to go to the British Museum because they'd moved it to a new building and had an exhibition of esoteric objects never before seen by human eyes. I lost my phone on Sunday night, somewhere between the restaurant I was at with the Zokutou people and the bus home. I enjoyed The Day After Tomorrow far too much tonight. I'm confused. I've been internetless at home for most of the summer. The aliens have clearly stolen me and replaced me with someone who can keep time. November 1st and I still have two ideas. Just to say my main email account's gone splat.

Comments

[miss-newham.livejournal.com]

I was about to request the phrase 'rampant outdoor sex' to be banned from Livejournal but I'm letting you off now. Your enjoyment of the Apocalypse is troubling indeed. Talking of the outdoor sex, my Swedish literature teacher once informed me mid-class and apropos of nowt that sex in cornfields was very uncomfortable and he didn't recommend it. And I was the only person in the class, so had to wait in agony till the end of the lesson so I coudl run down the corridor and shriek.

[miss-newham.livejournal.com]

Oh, and when I tried this myself I got the sentence "Hoorah!" three times. miss_newham - never knowingly underenthusiastic!

[verlaine.livejournal.com]

Apparently I started EVERY SINGLE MONTH in 2004 by whinging about something (so much so that I was too embarrassed to post my own results for the meme). I'm going to have to try a lot harder in 2005.