Madly, Deeply

So, THE USED are touring again. There still hasn't been an announcement regarding a possible appearance at Warped, and while there is an ominous 2 day gap in their schedule between their support gig at Wembley and a show in Utrecht the closer it gets to November, the less likely it is that they'll join Warped.

I've kinda solved the problem by buying a ticket for their show in Cologne. This might sound crazy unless you know that I'm in fact German, have lived in Cologne for 5 years and my parents live only 45 mins drive away. The gig's on a Thursday, which means I can fly out on Wednesday evening after work, hijack my mum's car the next day to go to Cologne (unless I manage to convince a friend to come along & drive), possibly meet up with a friend in Cologne before rocking the fuck out to The Used playing a rather small venue. AND I get a long weekend with my parents before Christmas, which means they can't complain they never see me and I can chill. I'm insanely happy about all of this and it's probably the fastest I've ever booked flights. The whole deal was sealed in less than an hour and I'm the QUEEN of procrastination.

In a bout of madness I've also got myself a ticket for that Evanescence gig The Used are supporting/special guesting. I can always fuck off after they're done and I just need to see them goddamnit. I'll still go to Warped, The Used or not, because of pretty skater bois and some decent punk bands on the line up.

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In regards to music, I've found myself branching out a little after bingeing on The Used for, like, evar. Again, thanks to fanfic pointing me in the right direction (it's probably safe to say by now that Fanfic not quite saved my life but certainly made it a lot more awesome), I've started crushing on My Chemical Romance. Just a little, nothing compared to my infatuation with The Used.

There is music that's like an acquaintance, someone you meet at a party now and again and it's nice chatting to them and maybe have a boogie, but it's pretty much take it or leave it, no harsh feelings if you don't call the next day and don't meet up for a month or two.

Then there's music that's like your best friend (quite possibly the one with benefits) or a really good hug, or a best friend that gives really good hugs (and occasionally fucks you, just sayin'). You can wrap it around you like a blanket when you feel bad and it'll keep you warm. At the moment, My Chemical Romance's The Kid's From Yesterday or The Used's On My Own do that to me. They make my brain purr and my eyes cross and shivers run down my spine.

And then there's music that grabs you, smashes you against the wall and fucks you hard and fast and leaves you bruised, sore and breathless and you can't wait to do it again, and again, and again. Soundeffects & Overdramatics from The Used is like that and Vampire Money from My Chemical Romance.

Needless to say, the last two are the ones you want in your life and I'm really fucking glad I finally have them back. I missed them so much!

Oh, and talking about fanfic, I've finished another story. None of the ones I should be finishing because that would just be too easy, no, I spontaneously wrote a new one and because that one had a deadline of today I actually got my shit together and got it out just in time. There's 5 fic hanging about that need to be done by end of this year, well, ideally I should write another 5 because the first 5 are for a bingo challenge and I kinda want to gather a few more points. Obviously, I have to get the first bingo done before I can start on the next.

The crazyness monkeys still haven't visited my tree, which is sad. I get the occasional glimpse and then they're gone again and it's driving me mad, but not in the desired way. I'm hoping that going out will kickstart things again, I've got parties and gigs lined up. I might have to recruit a new lover or two, because the young one is getting a bit boring and currently wants to talk more than he wants to fuck and I'm not that interested in talking, really. Well, no one expected this to last, and I'm pretty sure there's more prettiness to be found elsewhere...

So Here I Am, It's In My Hands

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Looking back at some of my blog posts from last year or so, I can't believe I'd ever say this, but I'm actually having a really good time at the moment. There's still a lot of things that suck, like not getting a bonus at work and the prospects of ever getting promoted pretty minuscule, and our landlord having delusions of grandeur and wanting more rent, or the fact the summer seems to not be happening this year on this fucking island.

But I can deal with that. If I really wanted to, I could actually change most of the stuff that's slightly annoying at the moment (except for the weather, that unfortunately is completely out of my control). I could change jobs (I'm looking at options, but I don't actually want to leave), I could look for a new place to live (although likelihood of another mental landlord is quite high, so we might just stick with the known evil), it's in my hands if I really want it.

And it seems to be that the whole love business is somewhat under control as well. As expected it all started happening when I stopped trying to make it happen and just went with it, and I'm still pretty much going with it because I'm not entirely sure what I want but I'm rather sure that if I start pushing it'll all turn against me in a second. And it's not going too bad right now.

Monday to Thursday were uneventful, need to work on my weekday excitement a bit more. Friday was the day of my annual work party, or The Fest, which I mainly attended because the pretty colleague's band (the colleague that I'm still fantasizing about shagging me in a storage closet at work) was opening on the main stage and because we get free food. The band turned out to be kinda crap, I don't particularly believe in bands with keyboarders and the singer had no stage presence whatsoever, and the food was just as naff as expected and then it started to rain and I went home. Saturday started with a nice long lie in, then a lot of faffing about and then the pretty boy came over and we watched movies and had sex. Not amazing amounts of sex because I was minutes away from starting my period and that's about the only time in the month when I'm not insanely horny, but there were loads of cuddles and skin and it was all good. He stayed over and there was more cuddling in the morning (because, um, sex at that point would have been too messy). I thought that I'd probably spent the day being lazy but then got a text from a friend (that I might've shagged earlier this year) wanting to go for lunch and hang out and who am I to say no. So we met up and spent a lovely day eating pizza and walking around the Wimbledon Common and drinking wine and chatting.

I really like when weekends go like that.

The pretty boy is going away to Africa for 3 weeks to teach and is busy next weekend, which means I most likely won't see him for a good while (woe!), so I'll have to distract myself otherwise. Sure I'll find a way.

I'm still writing and reading slash, struggling a bit with the writing because the stories I'm working on are being bitchy and big and at least one involves kink and I don't want to mess it up. I've stumbled upon a collection of really good kinky slash a day or so ago, I'm still in awe how good the writer puts it into words and how much it helps me define what I want and need and look for. I've probably discovered a new kink or two in the process and actually had to come up with the definition of theoretical kinks (things that I like to read, to write, but am not keen on actually putting into practice) in relation to practical kinks (things that I like to read, to write AND love to experience).

The upcoming weeks look rather empty at the moment, I should schedule a bit of culture methinks. And more writing.

Post title taken from "The Taste Of Ink" by The Used, which is awesome and everyone should listen to. Now.