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Sorry to all the people I just bailed on in g-chat, but I was too depressed to talk. Also, I have to be at work in like seven hours. But I need to scream briefly.
( Obligatory hockey yelling behind cut, mostly about how the Bruins eat ALL the dicks. )
Twig and Lunar have come and gone, leaving only a bottle of port, three bottles of ginger beer, a bottle of hard cider, a bottle of mead (yeah, we are not conventional boozers), my backyard re-landscaped, my wonky kitchen silverware drawer fixed, and, like, seventeen books of porn. They're the best houseguests ever. It was a fantastic visit, and my only regret is that they managed to escape from that cage I had them in.
I made them watch Goon, and we got through about half of Moneyball and the first fifteen minutes of Kickoff, which is the next gay soccer movie on my list to review. (So far, disappointingly boring. Guys and Balls still topping that genre list easily.) Um. I kinda want Goon fic now? Like, Oleg and Evgeni being naked Russians together and jizzing in the goalie's mask, because "it's not gay if you're brothers"? Or Doug being derpily confused by a thank-you blowjob from Xavier? Mostly the Oleg and Evgeni, though. And mostly in horrible badfic form, because I couldn't take it or myself seriously otherwise. I suck.
Okay, I think I've worked myself out of the "automatically stab anyone in the surronding five foot radius" mood. Time to sleep.
( Obligatory hockey yelling behind cut, mostly about how the Bruins eat ALL the dicks. )
Twig and Lunar have come and gone, leaving only a bottle of port, three bottles of ginger beer, a bottle of hard cider, a bottle of mead (yeah, we are not conventional boozers), my backyard re-landscaped, my wonky kitchen silverware drawer fixed, and, like, seventeen books of porn. They're the best houseguests ever. It was a fantastic visit, and my only regret is that they managed to escape from that cage I had them in.
I made them watch Goon, and we got through about half of Moneyball and the first fifteen minutes of Kickoff, which is the next gay soccer movie on my list to review. (So far, disappointingly boring. Guys and Balls still topping that genre list easily.) Um. I kinda want Goon fic now? Like, Oleg and Evgeni being naked Russians together and jizzing in the goalie's mask, because "it's not gay if you're brothers"? Or Doug being derpily confused by a thank-you blowjob from Xavier? Mostly the Oleg and Evgeni, though. And mostly in horrible badfic form, because I couldn't take it or myself seriously otherwise. I suck.
Okay, I think I've worked myself out of the "automatically stab anyone in the surronding five foot radius" mood. Time to sleep.
