Yay!

Not only is it working, but my update client is letting me in too. Cool!

Hello. I'm being secretive at the moment, because this, for now, is going to be somewhere I can let off steam. I have another online diary at another site, but people read it whose feelings I don't want to hurt; somewhere more private is better for now.

I don't yet know how this community works; I don't know how one encounters other people's random ebtries when one does not know them and particularly when they are not connected to others in a 'friends' network. If, however, you do find, read and enjoy my journal, such as it may be, do say so.

Now it's quarter to three in the morning, and I have a lecture at noon tomorrow, so bedtime it is. I will write something more interesting tomorrow.

no subject

I went to bed too late last night - because I was setting up this journal, of course. I woke up late and had a bubble bath - Lush Bathos is cool.

I had a lecture at noon - new subject, the Reformation. I thought I was going to be very late, but fortunately, since my watch is five minutes fast I was there on time, and stayed awake through the whole thing. Not bad.

Puzzlingly, though, the reading list and lecture list my tutor said would be in my pigeon hole weren't there. I'm glad I wasn;t relying on getting the lecture list to figure out where the lecture was! It's odd, though - I wonder what happened?

it's a thong thing...

It's the boyfriend's day off; I have either been out (at a lecture) or asleep, or slobbing about in a purple turtleneck and green tartan pyjama trousers. This is not a particularly enticing or attractive outfit. Therefore, I'm dressing up a bit before he gets back from the meeting he's at; black skirt, black plunge bra, burgundy lycra vest top; tights, heels; black thong knickers. They're new, those last - I haven't owned thong underwear before. This is the first extended period of wearing said variety of underwear I've experienced. It's so odd. It feels like something is... words fail me. Like somehing is pulled up between my buttocks - which it is, of course. It's... quite an erotic feeling. I only hope he thinks so too.

Must do hair.

By the way - I'm not usually this, er, anti-feminist. I'm just doing a bit of last-ditch relationship salvaging. Hopefully.