so, mm, yes. I just finished typing up the whole "things what I wrote in 2006" post, with coding and links and all...only to realize that I can't actually post it until the ds_ss reveals go up tonight, since I want to put that in. Mmmmyes. I am both beautiful and talented!
Still, I'll be gone this evening when all the well-wishing goes down, so: Happy 2007, everyone! May it be filled with joy and love and plenty of good sex (fictional and nonfictional, hopefully!). You have all been wonderfully good to me, and I love you in a sprawling, flailing, undignified sort of way. To list the ways and wherefores would be time-consuming and embarassing, so I'll just say: rock on with your bad selves, people, and here's me hoping to see more of you in the coming year.
also, because no year is complete without them: ( Resolutions! )
So, yeah. I'm going to be less of an antisocial dumbfuck! and also write more porn.
This afternoon, I finally dragged my family down to Powell's, which - god, that's totally my happy place. Books and books and books! and the sort of people that Borders had when I was small and it was still cool. (side note: I have t-shirts from Borders Young Readers Club, back when they still did that sort of thing. They rock.) Powell's isn't as enormous as I remember it, seeing as I haven't been there in several years, but it's still awesome and I still wanted to buy more books than would fit in my suitcase even if I left all of my clothes here. Managed to restrain myself, though, and wound up with three books of short stories - one by Isaac Asimov, one by Ursula Leguin, and one by Neil Gaiman.
Also - I don't think I mentioned this? - but my mom and Flatmate A conspired together to get me boots for Christmas, and I am as happy as a clam at high tide. Knee high! Black leather! Do not be surprised if you find yourselves suddenly unable to resist my charms.
aaaaaaand yes. I'm going to go read, now. Kisses to you all! See you on Wednesday!
Still, I'll be gone this evening when all the well-wishing goes down, so: Happy 2007, everyone! May it be filled with joy and love and plenty of good sex (fictional and nonfictional, hopefully!). You have all been wonderfully good to me, and I love you in a sprawling, flailing, undignified sort of way. To list the ways and wherefores would be time-consuming and embarassing, so I'll just say: rock on with your bad selves, people, and here's me hoping to see more of you in the coming year.
also, because no year is complete without them: ( Resolutions! )
So, yeah. I'm going to be less of an antisocial dumbfuck! and also write more porn.
This afternoon, I finally dragged my family down to Powell's, which - god, that's totally my happy place. Books and books and books! and the sort of people that Borders had when I was small and it was still cool. (side note: I have t-shirts from Borders Young Readers Club, back when they still did that sort of thing. They rock.) Powell's isn't as enormous as I remember it, seeing as I haven't been there in several years, but it's still awesome and I still wanted to buy more books than would fit in my suitcase even if I left all of my clothes here. Managed to restrain myself, though, and wound up with three books of short stories - one by Isaac Asimov, one by Ursula Leguin, and one by Neil Gaiman.
Also - I don't think I mentioned this? - but my mom and Flatmate A conspired together to get me boots for Christmas, and I am as happy as a clam at high tide. Knee high! Black leather! Do not be surprised if you find yourselves suddenly unable to resist my charms.
aaaaaaand yes. I'm going to go read, now. Kisses to you all! See you on Wednesday!