queenofstars: (j/r: toon love)
this morning: first swim for this year. well, actually, first swim in three years. or is that four? *ponders* oh well, i confuse them with how many since i last had sex, so... *shrug*
not sunburned so yey for choosing the right sunblock cream.

below, a picture of me mom looking spiffy in her sea-blue bikini. i look like a whale, so no, no photo of me. =P

queenofstars: (daniel: sex  (by jr_moon))
*headdesk* I've never thought these words would pass my lips, like ever, but I'm going to hell either way so what the hell; boss S. is wreaking havoc on my libido today. *looks shifty* In my defence, he is the stocky, broad-shouldered cut that I have come to identify with David Hewlett. *ahem* Usually I don't pay attention (or at least try not to) but today he is wearing this black long-sleeved cotton turtleneck that's so obviously his favorite, the one that stretches over his shoulder blades like a fucking glove and (breathe, damn it) skintight black jeans. The leave-nothing-to-the-imagination skintight kind. *dies*
And he's coming around to my desk for no real reason with this small, weird, giddy smile like there's an injoke I'm supposed to be into too and I can't help starring when he turns his back to me to go back inside his office and OMFG, it's like he's doing it on purpose! *facepalm*
I'm serious, I've been ogling his ass for, like, hours. I'm such a dirty-old-pervert; I mean this is my boss people, you know? The person I'm working for. *hits head on desk repeatedly*
queenofstars: (angry)
I know tomorrow I will regret this entry, probably make it private only, but right now I don't give a rat's ass. I'm so pissed off I can scream, so don't you start with me now!

So she's been bitching me for a while now to pick up my stuff from the living room (where my compy is), and tidy up my closet. I didn't want to do it. So I did what I always do: ignore her. Only this time, she grabbed the first things she saw in front of her and tried to throw them from the balcony; my Star Wars magazines along with my IRS papers. I wrestled my stuff away and threatend her seriously with throwing out of the window her favorite porcelain pumpkin (among other things).

Guess what she did; she threw the main power switch while my compy was on. She cut the power while my baby was online. *growl* I don't care how right she was. If anything happens to my puter, I will fucking kill her. My baby, my work, my memories...*sigh*

It's almost 1 after midnight, way past my current bedtime, I'm still going through paperwork and trying to figure out where to hide the extra magazines. I didn't get to finish the mini-map I promised a former colligue. I'm tired, sleepy and cranky, my new contacts are killing me and I still have an hour or so before I go to bed.

Tomorrow I'll regret it but tonight I want to kill my mother.
queenofstars: (qqj)
*yawn* I didn't sleep at all last night. No wonder I can't keep my eyes open. Tonight's X Files was a real treat though; the Unnatural was perfect solace for my battered psyche. David Duchovny is utterly gorgeous as Mulder. Baseball!Mulder. *grin*

Layna dreamt of Liam last night. If you pardon the TMI: I had a wonderful dream myself, featuring the Towering Sequoia of Sex a couple of weeks ago. It involved the sweetest kiss you'd ever imagine and I could feel my lips tingling for days after that. Darn, I still have a goofy smile on my face. *grin*

need sleep

maybe I'll be lucky and dream of both Ewan and Liam tonight. ^___


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