put your shirt back on

She's written awesome-r stuff, but this line got me.

The walkway to Foreman's apartment is three practical, functional, steps of smooth concrete. Bland as far as walkways go. Boring, even, until a layer or two of ice and snow freezes on there. Then it's a fucking adventure.


Hee. ^^

'You know how some people say that 'May your life be interesting' is a curse?'

'Yeah.'

'Fuck those people. Wanna have an adventure?'

That is my personal quote for the moment. And probably for evermore until something newer and cooler comes along, stealing my affections. I'm shallow like that.

In other news, House. My love for you cannot be textually rendured without a lot of buttonmashing. And its been raining a lot recently, so that would probably give me carpal tunnel.

No, wait, I'm lying. I got carpal tunnel from jerking off too much. God, you guys'll believe anything.

And on the note of real life, I've only had one cup of tea today. Tommorrow I'm going to daytrip to Clermont-Ferrand, the biggest town of this region. Hopefully while there I can find earphones that have a volume control set into them, because the 'volume down' button on my mp3 player has literally disconnected itself from... you know, reality. So I'm doin' the CD player thing until another option presents itself.
And in three days I will be packed (I hope), and ready to sit pretty in Paris, waiting for my flight. In four days, I will be on a plane. In five days, I will still be on a plane, but the destination will be in sight.

Heres hoping, right?