Still NST...
Mar. 31st, 2004 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereTook me 15 minutes to get online. There was a handful of very heartfelt "Fuck!"s exclaimed. (As you can probably tell, I'm in a weird mood. It's Nature's Special Time, and I'm tired, and ... just eurgh.)
Anyway, maybe it's karmic payback for spending fifteen minutes leering at a guy on the train. He was cute, in that starving artist kind of way. Really skinny. In a thigh-length leather coat that came in at the waist, flared a little over the hips, but also had a very neat shoulder-line with a very wide collar. Made me think of 70s glam rock, even though there was nothing glam about it. (It's just that shoulders/waist/hips look that makes me think of super skinny Bowie.)
I'm going to post this just before I go offline, so I don't spam everyone too much.
***
Oh, my god. Signe, I've eaten so much I'm going to explode. I really should have stopped half an hour ago.
The real problem is that my *fourth* bowl of pasta isn't empty, and it tastes too good to waste... *keeps eating*
***
I don't think I'll write any more Nate fiction ever, since he kinda makes me neurotic. (So does Wendi's Jimmy, which is why I'll never try him again. Seriously, there are some characters that I just don't trust myself with.) But, Signe confirmed that I'm just being totally neurotic. The fic, and the characterisation, is *fine*.
*yawns* Okay, bed. (I need to find a tape for The L Word...)
Anyway, maybe it's karmic payback for spending fifteen minutes leering at a guy on the train. He was cute, in that starving artist kind of way. Really skinny. In a thigh-length leather coat that came in at the waist, flared a little over the hips, but also had a very neat shoulder-line with a very wide collar. Made me think of 70s glam rock, even though there was nothing glam about it. (It's just that shoulders/waist/hips look that makes me think of super skinny Bowie.)
I'm going to post this just before I go offline, so I don't spam everyone too much.
***
Oh, my god. Signe, I've eaten so much I'm going to explode. I really should have stopped half an hour ago.
The real problem is that my *fourth* bowl of pasta isn't empty, and it tastes too good to waste... *keeps eating*
***
I don't think I'll write any more Nate fiction ever, since he kinda makes me neurotic. (So does Wendi's Jimmy, which is why I'll never try him again. Seriously, there are some characters that I just don't trust myself with.) But, Signe confirmed that I'm just being totally neurotic. The fic, and the characterisation, is *fine*.
*yawns* Okay, bed. (I need to find a tape for The L Word...)
