i update this thing too fucking often. word.

erm, anyway, there's me reading the technomany blog and following all the links like a good little stalker and scriiiieeeeeechhhh ka-BLAMMMM! goes the outside world. ho hum. i rush to the window, fight with the venetian-blind-type-thing and see someone scarper away from a car they've just rammed into another [parked] car in the middle of the street. heh.

So nice friendly local czech music student gets to go and be all bad-english-good-witness-y for the pleece and i get to climb out my window reading about how the scythians at first thought the amazons were men, on account of not recognising their clothes or language, and fought them, and then discovered their actual gender from the corpses, which rocks, and watch from my high viewpoint (since no-one *ever* looks up to third-floor windowledges expecting an amused onlooker) a nice elena-type policelady barking into her walkie-talkie while crowds of amused/amazed/bemused/fasCinated bystanders shuffle and mutter in a collected group of general entirely-interested-ness.

/gabble
that was *one* sentence. jesus.

okay, calm thoughts.
heh! car crash!
no, calm thoughts.
c-a-l-m.
right. I'm gonna go off and claim random people whose journals i read are my friends now, if you don't mind. If any one of them is offended by this, please don't hesitate to tell me. I'm figuring that kind of close proximity to good writers will enable me to write decently-characterised smut... don't burst the bubble, kids.

sooh... tenshi no korin and llamajoy off of bishink, rose off of digital midnight and serapy off of prettyboy leather, you are now officially being harpy-stalked.
have a nice day.