Rainn Brooks ♠ Eames

( Frost )

Parents should not be allowed to have lives. It's just creepy. Especially not my dad. I know he's had plenty of women in his life, that'd be why Mum hates him to this day, but whatever, good for him, I guess. I went by his place to drop off some books this morning though and the bird who answered the door in her dressing gown was young enough that I would have been embarrassed about dating her. There's something so very, very wrong about that. If someone wants to find some way of permanently removing this knowledge from my mind, I'd be eternally grateful.

This. I am bloody well trying that this weekend. Who wouldn't want to walk on water?

( Frost and Drew )

( Drew )

It's good to be home, or at least unusual to be home. I should do this more often, not having anywhere else I have to be. Of course, that means my editor knows where to find me, which is unfortunate. We're having a bit of a disagreement about deadlines, wherein she imposes them and I promptly forget them. I'm afraid the next couple weeks are going to be spent locked in my flat, writing and ordering take-away. Fortunately, with practice I am getting very good at ordering take-away, since the last time I was working on deadline I got very good at burning food then going out and getting distracted.

There are some things I really love about my life. Like the fact that sitting in a hotel room watching Trainspotting and eating a fried Mars Bar counts as research.

Incidentally, I'm pretty sure this is what dying tastes like, but in a good way.

Is it safe to come out now, or is everyone still bearing their souls and sharing their deepest, darkest secrets? That's the sort of stuff that really does not need to be in the public domain. Gives me the creeps. And drives the prices down.

It's been awhile since I've been around here, but other than the truth thing this felt like the right time to make an appearance. Now that my reincarnate is in a movie and everyone knows who he is, that is. It's like when he first showed up all over again. Time for the support group again, or the party, or whatever this place is today. I never did quite decide.

( You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling. )