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i did start some smut, katie and naina, but then i got sidetracked by interior decorating, damn its siren call.

i have been painting this chair ALL DAY. if i'm lucky, i'll finish tomorrow. (then: table! lamp! curtain rod!)

i'm so geeky. paint chips are just unspeakably exciting, and i exclaim with delight when i manage to mix just the right shade of plum or gold in acrylic.

meanwhile, my mother has been painting a giant wooden headboard bright blue. why? for climbing flowers. yes, that's right: we're really going to have a flower BED. hee hee.

i think i'll find some smut to read before bed, and we'll see if i can get the others written in the early part of next week, or possibly tomorrow night.

sé que no regresarás; lo que nos pasó no repetirá jamás

i dreamed that we had to move my church about two blocks away from where it was because some magic-users from another church were probably planning to destroy us. of course, everyone in our church was a magic-user too, though with varying degrees of aptitude, and also of course, i was better than everyone realized i was because i was too young and they still didn't take me seriously. however, there was one little girl in the church who was too young to control her abilities properly who no one could really communicate with to get her to help, and so she was sort of running around and playing while we raised a wooden barn-like building from the ground with magic and put on a roof and painted the walls and everything, all working together. after the structure was finished and most of the adults were too tired for the finishing touches, i made friends with the little girl, and voila, she finished everything with just one little spectacular burst of power. then when i looked around my dad had already left without me and i had to go outside, half-dressed, and walk down the road looking for his car (i'm not sure exactly why i was half-dressed).

there was also something set at mount holyoke, only it looked just like wellesley (i think this is phinnyjones's fault, because she was talking about it yesterday). there were people trying to seal up this building before anyone could get out and i was escaping by these tunnels in the walls, but they were lined with ice and i kept slipping.

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okay, well, perry and i have decided it's best if we don't ever agree to do anything again. also, getting up early tomorrow is not sounding so cool.

however, doing things does carry a certain satisfaction. i've primed the chair and painted all the spindles and everything different colors in blocks, and put the landscape in the seat and the shading on the sides of the back. now it just needs the patterns on the rest. also, have acquired what i'm convinced is the cutest little lampshade ever, with fringe. newsflash: spraypaint stinks.

a nice thing about living in the south is that everywhere has airconditioning, for the most part; in massachussetts, it gets good and hot (although not yet, i would imagine) and they don't have airconditioning to alleviate it. in miami, where it's the hottest, you'd think there'd be an icecream shop on every corner. on the contrary, my grandfather turns off the ac at night. when everyone is... lying down under blankets. just brilliant.

good food: pasta and pesto with fresh tomato (we used it all on the pizza night before last). chips and salsa.

bad food: jamaican meat patties. the little fuckers and my digestive tract have declared war.

romance novels

i was cleaning the couch and came across one of those novels with the corner cut off that my mom buys used by the bagful for ten cents apiece, her personal equivalent of slash (only, of course, slash is generally much better). here's a selection from the end of the sheikh's bride.

'love me.'

his arms closed around her, hard as iron. 'always.'

'take me home, amer.' her voice was a thread of pure desire. ... 'it seems too much. i can't believe it. hold me, my love. make me believe it.'

'believe what?' he said, his voice husky with desire. 'that i adore you? that when i am away from you, i can barely wait to return to you? that when i return, all i want is you in my arms?'

leo was trembling. 'that i am the sheikh's bride, after all.'

he picked her up and carried her to bed.

and in the end, dazed with delight, humbled by love and completely overthrown by tender laughter, she said, 'i believe it. oh boy, do i believe.'

the funny thing is that i've read slash that was that bad, but just not very often. and what's with cutting out the sex scene, for heaven's sake? it's not like these books have anything other than sex to recommend them anyway.