mood: at a loss
music: franz ferdinand in my head
CPCetc: ::blink blink::
** **I was at the bookstore recently and my mum came across a copy of Guards! Guards!. I had given her another Terry Pratchett at Jesus' Beerstay and she really liked it. Now this evening, as I'm calmly sitting here, indulging in homoerotic storylines and Invader Zim (no, they do not coincide), she comes in here and asks me to read a passage in the book. This passage described a certain character by the name of "Mrs. Palm". She owns a brothel.
...I feel really dirty now.
In other news, JPalm is writing an autobiography. He went to dinner with Christie and had her read it. Now, I know my dear brother rather well, considering I lived with him for the majority of my life. I also got to read a bit of this autobiography and it's...kind of...disturbing? Christie didn't know what to do with herself. Poor thing. ::snuggles her::
I get to go read it tomorrow. Oh boy. This could end up really bad or really good, and I don't know which it's gonna be. Christie said that I'd want a cuddle desperately afterwards. ::eyes unsuspecting innocents::
Off to edit. Wheee!!
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