Kathryn. 22. Alberta, Canada.
WARNING: This blog is makes no fecking sense. One minute it's Richard Speight Jr. madness, then next it's full of kale and silly pictures of dogs. Sometimes I emote at length about fictional characters. Sometimes I just keysmash over tea.
In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often if you flirt with us we will completely fail to notice, leaving everybody involved slightly uncomfortable and more than slightly unlaid.
So I would suggest that any attempted seduction of a writer would probably go a great deal easier for all parties if you sent them a cheerful note saying “YOU ARE INVITED TO A SEDUCTION: Please come to dinner on Friday Night. Wear the kind of clothes you would like to be seduced in.”
And alcohol may help, too. Or kissing. Many writers figure out that they’re being seduced or flirted with if someone is actually kissing them.
There holds some fascination in the beautiful simplicity of everyday British life.
Three pairs of shoes falling effortlessly in line as they tread over the pavement and through the puddles, the sky dull and grey but the conversation light, cheery.
Nobody notices the parade of brick passing by, far more concern with the steady stream of cars to the side, or the age of the cobbles underfoot. They are simply parts to a path that leads to a greater destination, the details irrelevant.
It rains, of course. The sky gave its warning that nobody heeded.
The sound only complements the chatter, rounds out the sound, filling in any lapses, any silence. It has more to say than they hear in their preoccupation.
Seriously. There isn’t a day goes by that I wonder what the hell you people are doing being friends with me and thank my lucky stars that you’re apparently delusional enough to think I’m worth any of your time.
<3
You make my life a happy one, every single day of it, and I’ll never have the words to express how much you mean to me.
Stealing your words because I feel it necessary to convey the sentiment to my friends.
In a way that’s a round about sort of “Right back at ya”.
HELLO ALL! I’d offer you a GIF of greeting but I’m currently at the library and away from my stash. Regardless, thanks for following me and I hope I can return to pretending to be quality shortly.
Also…hi Mr. Woodward. I’m actually currently listening to I Wanna Know which is sort of an eerie coincidence.
garnetvengeance said: "Mm, I saw the thrice-cursed council tax on there. It's also worth keeping in mind I have NO IDEA how much water/electricity would cost, so there's that, I'm probably greatly over-estimating it in my head, not to mention I'm still in "part-time" mode when I shall be working full-time. I'm sure it'll be fine. And it TV tax is, what, 5 pounds a month?"
I have no clue what the TV license works out to monthly (can’t be arsed to do the maths), but it’s just a BIT more than that at £156.40 a year. No, 5 a month would be lovely and you can pay just about that much if you own a black and white TV. Basic utilities are general in the region of 20-30 a month depending upon who you’re with.
