Cock and buggery ...

[blamebrampton]

I need a house-elf. Or 28 hours in a day. What I will actually DO is sew clothes from fulled flannel rather than linen, since the former requires less hand-sewing. HA!

In other words, you, dear flist, are no help in managing my time. Stop being so interesting! Finally, for anyone who braved the dreadful fic (WHY?) I am sorry that I am behind in replying* but I hope that you are as horrified-ly fascinated by this comment from acromantular  as I was: 
You know, I was just reading about birthing pools, and came across the phrase "the aftermath looks remarkably like a shark attack in the toilet." Just wanted to share.


* I am disgustingly behind in all comments, not because I don't appreciate all of them, but because I would like to say something personal back to everyone who is kind enough to take the time to say something to me. At the moment, my conversation consists of 'Urgh', 'Hot!' and 'Water!' Am slowly getting there, very very sorry ...

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[uminohikari.livejournal.com]

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I think the health teacher's pictures of various STIs are worse than that image, but only by a little bit

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I am so glad I never had that lecture ;-) My dad's sex talk with me was: Always use condoms, never sleep with anyone you wouldn't want to wake up next to, if anyone tries to pressure you, kick them in the groin.

My mum's sex talk was: Are you sure you wouldn't prefer women?