it occurred to me...

as I was transferring my notes from the notebook I wrote in at work.... My parents probably have no clue that I've ever written smut. They may suspect I've considered it. They know I write.

But... I don't know. I wonder if it would shock them that I've written smut? It's not like I do it often, or anything. Hell, I think I've only written it once... no... *counts* 4 times.

It's just a very odd realisation. And I'm very glad they don't read my notebooks or anything.

Oh. Kossie. Where are you?

There's just something about salad...

Still not king yet.

*distracted* Mmm. Onions.

Y'know, one of the things I'd forgotten when I chopped the front of my hair into bangs again, was that they hang right in your eyes. And they're not long enough to tuck behind your ear.

Arr.

I believe a trip to the dollar store for headbands is in order.

Sadly, I have chipped a few nails. I no longer have ten perfectly long claws. Medium-long, anyway. They were never long-long. There's now 8 and a half. Sigh.

I should probably start figuring out what to pack.

hungry!

Very.

Cold, too. And we have a mid-term next week. Yippy skippy.

Bah.

I wish he'd just give us a copy of his code, so I could see what the hell it looks like. Dammit.