Chasing chimeras

Let me tell you about me and Lara's exciting evening!

Okay, so there was a Mexican night at Cath and Jen's and we all had noms and wonderfulness and Lara and I decided we'd take off and catch the earlier bus home, perhaps not taking into account that it was a Friday night in a kind of crappy area of the city.

All is going well until we're halfway across one of the little side streets and this arsehole comes hooning around the corner. Since he's the speeding dickhead we sort of had little choice but to get the hell back off the road and stand there on the sidewalk. Dickhead pauses at the corner slams his horns and yells at us 'FUCK YOU!' Then, because my mouth goes before my brain does, I turn and yell out at the car, "EAT ME, BITCH!"

We keep walking and dickhead slams on his brakes and come screeching back towards us. Lara's pulling out her phone and whispering 'oh shit, oh shit,' but I was just seeing red. I was thinking Fuck you, mate, because you're in the goddamn wrong here and if you think I'm going to let you intimidate me then there's no way in hell that I'm backing down.

Which is STUPID because not only haven't I been in a real fight since I high school, this guy could be some huge kickboxer with a knife for all I know. But, no, adrenalin said bitch, let's fucking go!

I'm glad that he didn't get out of the car and after letting the car sit for a moment took of again. (At the time I actually felt a little let down.) edit: re-reading this makes it sound like I think I'm some sort of tough chick. I'm not. I'm a rubbish wimp which makes my emotional decision to want to fight this guy all the more ludicrous as I'm fully aware of the pummeling that would follow.)

The tortillas were awesome though.

My sleeping hours have become from before ten to around six. Alison informs me that this is practically normal sleeping habits. HOW CAN IT BE NORMAL WHEN IT'S DARK IN THE MORNINGS. I don't hold with this shit at all.

And now I'm sitting here wondering if the bins went out last night or I should do it now, but to be perfectly honestly I don't even want to check because it's raining and *checks internet* seven degrees. (Actually I think it might be colder than that inside, MetService. Dammit.)

BOIL, KETTLE, BOIL.

Mmmm, tea. Mmmm, Zydrate.

Oh fingers, why you so cold?

There is a rat balanced rather precariously upon my head. He's going to fall and he knows it, which is why he keeps burying his claws in my scalp. Ow, Byron! He needs to learn to remain in more comfortable places. Not very bright is he.

Everyone is out now and the house is stupidly quite, which means I require music. And now that that's fixed in a minute I'm about to call someone to ask about an Othello audition. Because, mmmm, Othello. I haven't done any proper acting since high school so it's very possible I suck at it by now but, hey, it's just an audition. No harm in that. I wish I still had the singing voice I used to in my earlyish teens because then I could do muuusicals. I loves me some musicals.

Alison and I got out the first season of Queer As Folk last week and it was awesome, especially in the deja vu kind of way. Man, I used to love that show so much. I am discovering I am still quite fond. Jen got sucked into it as well toward the end of the season and now both she and Ali and flailing over Season Finale Dramah. It's funny ;D And then we watched the first episode of Dexter (with bubbly!) when it was on the telly the other night. Good, although I'm not yet sure what I make of it. I shall withhold judgement until I've seen a few more.

Sena brought around the latest episode of SPN and I now can't get the silly fake theme song out of my head:

Ghost, Ghost Facers! We go the places where the others will not!
Ghost, Ghost Facers! We stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot!

Heh heh heh.

And, oh! The Sarah Conner Chronicles are going to start soon! Fuck yeah! I'm really hoping it's going to be good. Please wipe all memory of that terrible third film from my mind.

Were there any justice at all in the world, the flatmates who were much drunker than me last night should be suffering from horrible hangovers. However, it appears that I am the only one this morning feeling the effects of last nights partying. Uuuuuggggh.

Excellent party though. Had lots of fun. Details are mostly unimportant, but dancing and friends more certainly are. You people I know who entertain me for hours on end: You rock the rock that keeps on rocking. Keep it up, you sexy beasts.

I managed to leave my coat there because finding something grey in a dark, crowded room isn't the easiest of things. I'll have to remember to go and see if it's around.

Why would I want to be packing when I could be looking at fashion? Galliano remains a God among designers, and Gaultier is right there with him. They're both far too fantastic.

Also, I love Voltaire. The singer and not the writer, though I've got nothing against him. But the singer is my most recent musical acquisition. (Which sort of makes it sound like he's living in a box under my bed.) I, in fact, am willing to have a child simply so I can sing it 'Goodnight Demon Slayer' as a lullaby. Because it's so sweet. I might just borrow Raen's when she decides she wants to pop some out. And he's a geek, with songs like 'Worf's Revenge (Klingon Rap)' and 'The USS Makes Shit Up.' How can I not love that? (And he uses the word 'gorram' *glee*)

Lyric spamming. Because 'If I Only Were A Goth' is totally classic. ( To the tune of If I Only Had a Brain. Everyone together now... ) Download

On the other music front: HIM's new album comes out in September. Released single? Big fat disappointment. And The Pumpkins still suck.

Tomorrow my flight leaves for Australia at 3.45 in the afternoon. (An afternoon flight? Surely you jest! It's unheard of!) so now I need to a) pay enough attention to my poets to last them a week, b) finish packing my suitcase, and c) find some dinner and a cup of tea.

My kingdom for a cup of tea.