Oh, you give a fuckin' asprin a headache.

I've had caffeine. I'm a bit manic. Please remove all ankle-bitters, coffin-dodgers and easily offended people from the immediate vicinity. Right.

a) I know things are bad when I've been reduced to reading H/D for my reading stimulation. What the fuck, people?! Hook me up! Where are the reccs and the porn and the stories?! I admit I was out of circulation for a while cos I was otherwise occupied, but damn! What's a girl gotta do to get you people to write some shit? ethrosdemon and I are firm advocates of the If You Want to See it, Write it Your Damn Self School but I can't generate that much. I'll be writing myself obviously once my brain comes back on line and my finger's healed, but still, c'mon. Shit. I get my inspiration from you lot and you're not being very inspiring right now.

2) Go read pandarus Cairo Sunset. It's Bill/Severus with Severus/Lucius and post-war business and you know you want to, because you know and I know that pandarus' writing is the shit. Don't fake and pretend you don't want to read it either. I know you people!

3) After many moons and much difficulty, I finally have seen Layer Cake. Sweet Jesus almighty, I need to have Daniel Craig's babies. All of them. A hot man, with crazy blue eyes and a body to lick for days doing the gangster as James Bond thing without being all over the top. His body was like... there are no words. The hottest most amazingly built thing that I've seen in ages (cars included!) And the clothes. Oh my god, the clothes! Ozwald! Tom! His bum in those jeans! It was like one long orgasm. It was like watching Trade! Except with drugs instead of brothels, and no gay sex, but still. Violence! And clothes! And mad anxiety! It was like Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels but better, unless you didn't like Lock, Stock in which case whatever, don't talk to me. Anyroad, Daniel Craig is too hot to be James Bond (he's rumoured to be the new 007). The screen would melt. Seriously, run, go, scarper and see this either at the cinema or on DVD.* Matthew Vaughn you are almost forgiven for your asshat casting.

It had Sienna Miller too, sadly, but nothing is perfect, and she was hardly a blip. Thank the gods.

Happiness is just a state of mind.

There seems to be a lot of discontent and unhappiness brewing right now, and I know things are hard for people. They're always hard; that's life. But. I think that if you're alive right now you should be happy, some people aren't. I think that if you've got a job that pays you something and you can buy food, you're doing better than a lot of people.

If you've got a roof over your head, again, you're doing better than most of mankind.

There are a lot of people who don't have any of the things that you might take for granted.

Life's not perfect. People aren't perfect. Perfection is something someone invented to make people think they should be dissatisfied. Don't buy into it. Don't think perfect skin and the perfect body will make you happier -- they won't. Don't think that things will be perfect one day if you have that particular job or that particular partner or that particular materialistic item. That's not how it works.

Ten pounds don't make that much of a difference.

If you have a family or a lover or a partner or just one friend who loves you for who you are then take comfort in that. You don't have to be loved by everybody, but it does help to be loved by somebody. You don't have to be happy all the time, or most of the time, or even some of the time. Just try to be content. The rest will come. Just hang in there and give it some time.


Happy Birthday, to my dearest obsessedmuch. You are loved

Post script: I watched The O.C. finale. My final thought was 'huh.'