Viewing my entries in calendar subject line mode: it's like one huge, long, gratituous lyrics post! From a whole swathe of different songs, and nonconsecutive. But. Apart from those weeks when I get addicted to one record and it's All [nondescript indie band who nobody else cares about], All The Time!

I hate Thorne. She "shamelessly cop[ies]" my style, and then she does it better than me! The bitch. Which is to say, go check out her current in-progress XuQu - sight and point of view and denial and jealousy-smugness-lust-love and -
Out in the hallways, cadets try to tiptoe quietly to midnight couplings and Xu memorizes the different sounds of doors opening so she can write the offenders down in the morning. If they had any patience or endurance, they’d wait until three. Infants, really.
- rocking the sneery cadet-hating administrator tip. *^____^* Go. Read. I, as grand high poobah XuQu shipper (...why did no-one tell me booze was so irritatingly melodramatic? I need to do a rewrite), command you so to do.

Dear world, I would like to stop being lazy and bipolar and drinking too much tea and neglecting comments and reading twitch-inducing lotrips. I'd also like to leave the house so as not to be late to City. If that could be arranged? Ta very muchly.

I blame having a tidy room. It's bad for the rational mind.