Tag Archive: In favouring of rocking out with your cock out


So I’m singing along to the acoustic version of ‘Poker Face’, which is completely wonderful and can be experienced here.

And the cat?

The cat puts his paws over his face, like “Shut up, you tone-deaf HUSSY”.

There’s a lot of love in this room right now.

I’m determined to finish Volume III of Great Expectations by today or tomorrow or the day after, so I can at least start Madame Bovary and the other multitude of books patiently waiting in the bottom of the wardrobe in the box they were delivered in. O virgin novels, I’ll penetrate your pages with my bookmark yet.

Incidently, introducing talk of sex into a boring subject is a sure-fire way to gain my attention. I can’t help feeling that all of Jane Austen’s work would take pride of place in my collection if she’d included a saucy encounter now and then. Unless I learn to make dry social commentary work as an aphrodisiac for me, I doubt Sense and Sensibility is going to be a favourite read. Even imagining Alan Rickman as Colonel Brandon DOESN’T WORK. THAT’S HOW BAD AUSTEN IS.

I have shopping to do.

I got nothin’

Since I’m off tonight for a delicious slice of socialising, breaking the repetitve pattern of nights alone with the internet, I leave you with what I’ve been obsessively listening to over the past week…little bits of jazz, songs that make you want to be a Disney Villian and a classical piece. Have fun, and remember: I’m a fermata. Hold me.

/geek


Just AMAZING. Try and sit still during this. JUST TRY IT. I’m not a dancer but this makes me want to tango or something. Lindy hop? Maybe.

More Diablo goodness for your blackened soul! Just in case you decided to skip the first one.

So there’s this singer, and she’s called Emilie Autumn…and she’s awesome. She also sounds like a total Disney Villain in most of her songs, and she has pink hair. I command you to love her, Pip! /more geekery

Ohhhh her voice is SO SMOOTH AND LOVELY. More people need her in their lives.

Gershwin but better.

This is the song from the Virgin Media advert, which I spent ages searching for to no avail. I finally found it the day before I went on holiday. I believe I listened to it fourteen times in a row on a coach journey.

Chi Mai is one of my favourite pieces of music. Ever.

Also, I swear I’m going to SCREAM THIS FUCKING HOUSE DOWN IF VARIOUS FAMILY MEMBERS:
a) Don’t cease invading my room to see what I’m ‘doing’. I’m not doing ANYTHING EXCITING. Just like half an hour ago. FUCK OFF.
b) Don’t stop TOUCHING MY HAIR OR ARM OR THIGH REALLY LIGHTLY SO I SHIVER AND GET GOOSEBUMPS AND GENERALLY FREAK OUT BECAUSE I HATE BEING TOUCHED. I actually want to scratch my skin off right now. UGH.