A handful of new aims for the near future come to light

I just had a flick through my sitemeter, and Ellie told me as well, and it turns out I'm in a blogflux directory. Now, is this an automatic blogger thing, or did I sign up for it?

Anyway, my blog tags are-
Fabulousness,
Knickers,
Drunken antics,
Sexuality,
Literature.

OK now, what? I am not, as such, happy about these- I can't even remember the last time I used the word fabulous (although it's now on my To Use list, along with the word 'daft,' courtesy of Dinah), and I haven't done a post about knickers, despite the temptation.

But I think I might.

I can barely even remember sex- and being told to find other creative outlets amuses me not.

Joel simply has to leave. Soon. OK, he's only been here for about two weeks, but I want my bed and my sex life back- and I'm going off to visit my parents in a few weeks, so hopefully he'll have gone by then. Having sex whilst in my parents' house just isn't quite right.

I should probably talk more about literature, since it's my subject and all, but.. It's my subject. So I don't really want to. Although I could post endless rants about how very much I hate Chaucer, or explain how when I'm being chatted up by anyone too terribly boring but fit I run the first act of Othello through my head at high speed.

If I'm still sober by the end or they're still talking then I give up on it.

Is that horrible abuse of an absolutely fabulous play?