Nargle

[squeefulfish]

There's something very wrong and stupid about wearing layers of black on a day like today. I seem to have sweated off about 2.5 litres of water, though replacing vital fluids with merlot as I type. Seriously though, layers? Of black? And then deciding to walk into town from DCU (after borrowing B5 season 5 and "borrowing" my own Buffy season 2 from the wonderful William) and go shopping for "something sexy, oh, and sluttish" for someone who isn't me? My brain refuses to have those two words in the same sentence, so it was a disastrous expedition resulting in one purchase in Penney's. I'd make a very bad personal shopper. Such a bad, sweaty day. But my bag contains much goodness, including a very pretty trimming - kindof a lace-up deeley yoke with ribbons. It's nice. As is my black silk skirt and bodice that I really need an occasion to wear. Someone get married!

Have also become a vulture. Have stolen many of T's books and stuff. Also, she fed me. I like this friendship thing.

Heat makes my English be bad and crazy, especially Dublin heat.