FEAR THE EMO COCK

The problem with immersing yourself into a cable show is that the language (or really, the looser guidelines for language) insinuates itself into your vocabulary - like the Buffyisms of the Whedonverse, for example. Of course, this could just be a lame excuse for all the excessive swearing I've been doing lately - usually I don't really swear much in real life - the shock factor of expletives has worn off to the point that 'fuck' is like punctuation. It's the combination that counts - like, 'fucking cocksucker!' or 'your face looks like a rimjob', etc, etc.

I think I need to actually leave the house and force myself to interact with people, because I've just been holed up, hermit-fashion with my DVDs and my CDs and the occasional porn comic, so that all my conversations have either been about music, the color of Callum Blue's eyes (green), or the spiralling hilarity that is Coley Running Wild. I said I was going to write about it, so here goes -

Oh yeah, the innocent should use their discretion when reading this entry - I'm well aware some of you are younger than 17, and it may not be your particular cup of tea. Besides, the porn will be there when you're of age, and in all honesty, 98% of it is awful - you're better off fumbling through life watching nature documentaries. I mock because it's educational!

( when is a blowjob not a blowjob? )

Hey, something pretty:



God, I love them so much.

ipomoea has picspam of Hugh Dancy in Burberry swag - go and look!

According to Kristin over at eonline.com, ( CSI casting spoiler )

The Scissor Sisters are perfect wake-up music.