February 1st, 2007

life on mars 11

never could get the hang of thursdays

The only good thing today is a lovely bit of Sam and Gene-ness.

And it's prolly the only Sam + Gene I'll get as it was fic interuptus this morning and last night. I just have to try and think of one of the boys and someone taps me on the shoulder. Sigh.

Meanwhile, I'm wearing the penis skirt. At first I thought it was a half-arsed attempt at fleur-de-lis badly done at some poor Asian sweat shop, but upon the third wearing of the skirt I decided that no, what it really looked like was a line of rampant cocks poorly picked out in pink embroided thread around the hem of my cheap brown skirt. I'm not sure whether I picked this design consciously or unconsciously or if it was just the shiny sequins that explode from my, ahem, fleur-de-lis, but I think it makes me love it that little bit more.

Besides, it's entirely appropriate to wear today, a salute to the King of Goats, if you will, as it's the last two episodes of Rome tonight. Sigh. Titus deprivation may soon kick in and kick hard.
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