Don't Have A Llama

The subject's got nothing to do with anything you're going to read. Well, I possibly need a haircut, but that's all the relevance there is.

It's actually been almost a month (or 3 weeks or something) since my last post, that's a while, innit? I've been writing (2 stories published) and seem to be going through a phase of FUCK I CAN'T WRITE MY HEAD'S GONNA ASPLODE again right now, which is why I'm writing this and not smut. Hmmmm.

So, after all the amazingness of the gigs and coming out of the other end of the post-gig depression, mainly by perving over pretty inky boys on the interwebs and snuggling friends, and a bit of quiet time because fuck all was happening, it's gotten pretty busy again. It's that time of the year when my birthday happens, the first snow falls, Xmas parties let you see your colleagues in a way you really don't want to see them and of course, Christmas.

My birthday was a pretty quiet affair this year because the previous 2 years have been massive fails and a friend stole my birthday weekend anyway. So I just birthday bombed HIS birthday, which was a success. I even got a present (flow light poi, so excited) and obviously claimed ALL the hugs. I also got a little bit trashed, but not as epically as last month. I'm a grown-up now *cough* *cough*

Snow happened last week, too, and as expected TFL went belly up. They weren't even entirely sure why, the messages ranged from ice on the tracks to signal failures, which just goes to show how much havoc a bit of frozen water can cause.

The work Xmas do was ok, weak cocktails and bad music. I left when the DJ broke out Gangnam Style, I have standards.

Overall, the time since my last post has been a pretty happy one. My life keeps changing in unexpected ways and I'm not entirely sure what to make of it, so I keep making it up as I go along.

Some things don't change.

Little Things

So, I went out last weekend. And it was a whole lot of fun and got a bit messy. Ok, it did get really messy, but in an entirely good way. I didn't get laid, but I had an awesome time hanging out with my friends, got loads of cuddles and accidentally managed to get insanely stoned. Well, maybe not that accidentally, I did eat the weed brownies after all, I just didn't expect them to be that strong. Cue epic trashedness and subsequently a rather scenic trip home (I thought I'd sobered up, turned out I was wrong). Good times, anyway.

Unsurprisingly, this week was a bit slow, but not as bad as expected. I'm being insanely good this weekend, mainly because nothing's happening anywhere. There may be shenanigans next week, so I'm saving my energy.

Writing's still going slow and it's still driving me mad. If there's a way to induce a manic episode I haven't found it yet, which is woeful. I get the occasional glimpse of greatness, thoughts flowing like they used to, and then it stops again. The words come out all wrong, even though the movie in my head is there. Not sure how people ever manage to write books, but maybe they don't have my head. Ok, they most certainly don't have my head because otherwise there would be a lot more well written pornography around.

It's 3 weeks to The Used and Warped, and currently it looks like that weekend will be made even sweeter by a friend from Canada coming to visit. And then I'm going to Germany to see The Used AGAIN and then winter's coming and we're all doomed.

I need a holiday.