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Argh, Elena. You are an idiot. But Damon is still eye candy. I'm watching season 1, episode 12. I love television so much it's taken me about a year to get this far.
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I will watch Labyrinth when I get tired of this. Labyrinth has lived in my Netflix instant queue since the VCR died.
This headache fucks with my vision and makes my hands numb. This is pretty hard on the whole concept of spelling. Just saying.
I suppose I allowed circumstances to trigger this bullshit, but usually it takes two triggers before there's a problem. Not sleeping. Not eating. Missing my afternoon coffee. Consuming sugar in large quantities. Maybe 12 shots of Apple Pie is a trigger (shrug). But that was like... on Friday. That's an awfully delayed consequence.
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On a more positive note, Bowie as the Goblin King Jareth is so much evil hotness. I adore his mean little teeth, almost more than his makeup, hair, and tights. Labyrinth had something to do with my twisted first sexual awakening. The moment I knew, for sure, that I was somewhat more depraved than other people.
I was furious with Sarah for saying the magic words, "You have no power over me," and escaping the Labyrinth.
"I ask for so little, just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave."
Who says no to that?
"Everything that you wanted, I have done. You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn't that generous?"
*happy trilling noise* Love him.
Life is good, except for this unproductive headache. Perhaps another nap is in order.
Carry on, darlings. Please send your friends to buy books. Sales are... hmm, acceptable, I guess, I've sold more than one book per day this month, so really, I have no complaints there. I've got a bunch of words on this darker piece that I'm working on. That's pretty fun.