tell me you love it. tell me now!

bbblah. my tummy is not my friend this morning. ugh. ::rests head on desk momentarily:: right, moving on.

i printed out the first two chapters of ivyblossom's haven for monkey to read last night... and she's up now, wandering around in her artichoke pajamas... and i'm having the hardest time not pouncing on her and forcing her to spill her newfound, undying devotion to slash. because, right, i have to be prepared for the possibility that she didn't like it for some reason or, even worse i think, that she is indifferent. right, i can handle this. big person, that's me, i can see all sorts of perspectives and respect them. uh huh. except scottxwl's whole thing about dom being ugly. i have no respect for that. *g*

so. ok. let's see if i can apply for a job before i drive monkey to the physical therapist. that's the big goal for today. sounds so simple, doesn't it. i wish it were. when you're a lazy ass procrastinator, nothing is that easy.

soft vs. hard

i have to wonder if people actually know what the soft palate is when they refer to it in the context of a kiss. because if someone, in the course of kissing me, were to touch my soft palate with her tongue, i would be compelled to gag and say something to the effect of oh my god, get your nasty, 10 inch long tongue the fuck out of my mouth and don't ever try that shit again. then if there were any reason i felt compelled to kiss this person again, we might first discuss anatomy and how, if you simply must use that much tongue (i'm a fan of much sparser use of tongue myself) you may, occasionally, touch the hard palate. but never the soft. that's disgusting as well as nearly impossible.

trabajos con justicia. si se puede.

marched with some janitors tonight. it was good times. i'm proud of myself for knowing several labor slogans in spanish. though, when we were addressed as a crowd in spanish, i was sadly unable to cheer in the appropriate places as i have no idea what was being said. yes, i was all about labor and unity and justice. right. didn't even notice the giant poster of harry covered in dirt and wielding a sword over by that bus stop. right. it must have been something else that made me stop in my tracks and the person behind me thwack into me. yup.

really though, it was a great way to spend an evening. i was looking out for claire - even recognized a couple of the organizers as friends of hers. but she must have been with a different group tonight. maybe she's one of the ones who got arrested today.

we watched last night's gilmore girls when we got home. funniest episode in a very long time. even some implied incest and use of the word 'snog.' doesn't take much to make me happy.

i have to go to bed. now. because my interview tomorrow is at 10 in worcester. so, leaving house at... 8. bleh. right. if i were to get this job, i would have to be there at 7:30 every morning. i can't even think about that. just go. where the brown outfit. see what it's like. right?