Home of the world-weary poseur

There, that's a bit better. All freshly layouted.

And so we return to IJ like a dog returning to its vomit an old, old friend. With any luck the LJ powerdown won't be too long, and I'll be back to not posting on there. *looks around* Bloody hell, it's a bit Spartan in here, isn't it? I miss my crappy layout.

Supernatural 3.09: a witch living in Mayfair Circle? Forget demons; I'm more scared of Anne Rice. I certainly wouldn't want her turning up to any book club I was attending. I prefer my Dickensean principles unstrained.

Panic at the Disco's That Green Gentleman: chorus beginning Things have changed for me". Principal psychoactive substance in cannabis: THC. Oh, boys. A love song about weed? God love you, it's your second album. You should be doing blow off hookers' tits by now. Or putting naked photos on the internets. Spencer Smith, I am looking at you.

Random facts:

- I washed my bedroom floor this morning, and now I am dying from the smell of Dettol. Ick. Bleeurgh. Splutter.

- I saw the Doctor Who trailer. I squealed a bit lot.

- It's never lupus.

But then LJ started pissing about with basic accounts and bad PR, and lo, elle_dritch had a bad feeling about the entire thing. So she came unto the land of IJ, and thought, fuck it, this'll do.

I'll try syndicating my posts here until LJ breaks down in an apocalypse of flaming and bannings, but let's face it, I have all the commitment of Darren Day. We'll see how it goes, eh?