I don't sense affection, no gratitude or love

[lizblackdog]

Sodding hormones. Still in a pit of self loathing here. I feel about as entertaining as a Vorta comedy revue and as desirable as genital warts.

However, I have a new book, some dark chocolate and some rather fine tiramisu ice cream, so I'll get by. This can't last longer than another day or so, surely?

And in other news, I believe I've been elected as TrekBBS' "Last Person You'd Ever Want to Ride Out a Natural Disaster With" after someone started a thread in the Briar Patch asking how hungry you'd have to be before you'd eat your pets. My assertion that I'd sooner butcher my neighbours for dogfood didn't go down well.

Ah well. My grief is controllable.

*snerk*

Comments

[carmine-rose.livejournal.com]

I once upset a lot of friends at school (just after the film Alive came out) by telling them I'd have no hesitation eating them in a survival situation. I remember feeling shocked that they wouldn't be prepared to eat me. Suckers.

And yes, there's be a lot of people I'd be prepared to eat before I ate my dog. Quite aside from the fact that I love him best, he's so smelly I can't imagine him tasting nice, whereas long pig is meant to be delish.

Hope the chocolate and new book help the hormonal angst!