If you were unfortunate enough to hit my webpage in the last few days, you'll note Weird Things abound. That's because, true to form, emotional uncertainty = redesign the webpage. I'm going for the lowest maintenance look possible. And leaves are pretty.
If anything looks too out of whack, email or post here. It's very WiP and there's so many damn pages, I'm not actually sure I hit all the major ones. All links should now be active.
Also--I will not write QaF fic. I will not. I will NOT. I will read-only in this fandom. Because it's a nice, comfy fandom in which I will never feel the need to do anything but loaf. I mean it. Dammit.
In Which I Actually Try Out That Social Life Thing
Because I figured, at some point, I deserved to have one night where I forgot everything, even myself.
Whoo boy. That went a little differently.
I have the alcohol tolerance of a teetotaling muskrat. So Nezsa and I ate before we went. Which was about as effective as taking aspirin before major surgery, but on the other hand, we got to watch this bartender do this thing with his lighter and our drinks. Very, very cool. Huge flamey things. Wowness.
We had a good time. But there are a few things I'd like to take up with the male population of the world.
Dancing? Does not mean we want to fuck. We just might want to dance. Keep that in mind.
But. Say we did want to fuck. If your technique consists of trying to work a hand down our pants in the middle of the floor while murmuring we look oh so hot? Come *on*.
Drinking does not equal stupid. Saying "let's go someplace quieter to talk" after attempting to remove my bra? I wouldn't have fallen for that at ten, kiddo. Move along now.
The "my girlfriend broke up with me three days ago and I am so very heartbroken" bit? Is that standard issue? Heh. Do not combine with the bra thing. Seriously. I shouldn't get a hernia laughing at someone in the middle of hip-hop, kay?
"Are you horny, baby?" Are you KIDDING me? *boggles* Does that WORK? And people actually SAY that?
And to emphasize this bit--do not do not do not try to put your hand down my pants or I will knee you. I like my pants. They are pretty. They're on for a reason, kay?
I've been away too long, I think.
Apparently, my sense of humor isn't gone, just needed a kick in the pants. I haven't laughed this hard in so damn long.
But then, there was Zack.
Every so often, you see someone who does NOT fit in at all. He looked terribly uncomfortable, he kept watching the floor like it was filled with piranahs waiting for fresh blood, and I've never seen anyone at six five manage to make themselves almost vanish into the wall. Leaving Nezsa to the charms of Weird Guy With the Bad Lines (he was a good dancer and she handled him expertly), I was bored enough to stalk him for a little while. Anyway, I asked him to dance and he looked vaguely like he expected me to add "Hah! Joking!" but--it was nice. He did not grope. He did not dance well either, until he relaxed, and he did not think that I was interested in being molested, which was kind of shocking, and then he says, 'hey, can we talk?'
Okay, so I can fall for it, but also, I was wearing heavy shoes and know how to knee someone when they annoy me. So we found a table and he was--nice. Sweet. I kept thinking, this is someone you're supposed to meet at the grocery store over ripe tomatoes or something.
I told him he really, really didn't belong here. I mean, really. We ended up talking about our jobs, our pets, our old relationships, our future plans, what we had for dinner--the surreality never ends in my world. All of this with music so loud I think I lost at least ten percent of my hearing.
Nezsa came to retrieve me when things got interesting, as that's our deal, and he asked for my phone number. I gave him my last name and left. That's as close as I'm capable of coming to commitment these days. See? I make an effort to meet new people.
Went to IHoP for pancakes and to discuss the night's events with Nezsa's mother and brother afterward. Got home at seven this morning. Slept three hours, woke up feeling--really, really good about the world, actually. Somehow, managed to massively bruise my leg and Guy Who Groped stubbed Nezsa's toe big time. For once, I didn't feel vaguely dirty after a night like that.
Actually, I have a LOT, but I didn't bookmark them all and need to find them again.
Here's a few I remember.
A very, very spare style that took some getting used to. It felt a little jerky at first, but it was also nicely paced and I liked how she developed things in all four stories. Read read read.
Author: Arabella O'Reilly
Bail, The Morning After, and Issues. First season, a really GOOD Justin and a really unfortunate bit of circumstance. And no, I would never, ever call Michael to bail me out of jail. Never, never, never.
Whipped Topping by ScrewtheDaisies. Heh. I like this Justin.
So. Must work on webpage eventually and also, make brownies. I feel that this is a brownie day.