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I have an OTP for LOTRPS.

I have lost my mind.

I am actually surprisingly shippy about some things. But... oh, man. This is so not fair.

Have done no work yet this holiday and really need to, dammit.

I am fairly openminded about fic, but then occasionally... there are certain characters I refuse to see as sexual. and I generally get squicked by cross-generational and rape. other than that... I'm easy.

My father said today that I was getting a little too deep into the fiction. Like, gee, pop, ya think? He also said I was his "grumpy difficult wee baby".

I do get in too deep. But I'd rather inhabit the worlds in the fic than the world I have. So. Dammit, need to sleep, need to work, need to... something.

girly entry about clothes

just managed to throw out several items of clothing, including three black skirts, none of which actually fastened any more, so that was long overdue. but one of them was, it was soft and stroky and it had slits up the calves and I liked it so much I kept it for good and, to the best of my recollection, never ever wore it. I've kept a couple of black dresses that I doubt I'll ever wear, but if I do manage to get rid of the tummy at any point... gaah.

step-mother took me shopping - three bras, two packs of knickers and an on-sale halter-neck waist-coat. I hate bras. I hate trying to find ones the right size. I hate trying them on. I hate trying to decide whether they fit or not. I hate the way that an F-cup - a fucking F-cup - leaves my tits squeezing out at the edges (it was this design with a keyhole between the wires at the centre, and it was... ugly). But I found three, which is better than some days. Can't actually remember what sizes they all are - think two are 34F, one 34E, could be dead wrong. Refuse to believe my tits are that big. Absolutely refuse. Nobody believes me when I tell them - they look at my chest then glance back up to my face to make sure I'm not kidding. The waistcoat's nice though.

wore my old school skirt (brown 'knitted', orange trim, long) today because my jeans needed washed - couldn't go the T-shirt route with it, obviously, so it's a black short-sleeved shirt that I left here because it doesn't have seams at the top of the sleeves and it don't fit nice. but it's all right for occasionally.

you'd never guess I have nothing to say, would you.