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Jul. 14th, 2005 02:49 pmToday I am wearing the following:
a tan top (D stepped out of the shower this morning, saw me sitting and said, "I thought you weren't wearing a top, and I was so happy, and then I realised it's brown.")
a red skirt
red and brown knee-high socks
red sneakers
dangly red earrings
a scarf like Tom Baker used to wear, only it's only as far as my hips, not trailing on the ground. I do have jelly babies, though
four rings, one watch, one pair of glasses
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Lex looks up from his computer as Chloe shuts the door behind herself. "I want you to go to Gotham City," he says, and leans back in his chair. Lifts a hand to his chin.
She grins. "Bruce Wayne a threat?" she asks. "Or are you worried Batman's going to take you down?"
"I'm not afraid of Bruce," he says. "I've seen him with his pants around his ankles." He pauses.
"And?" Chloe stands beside his desk; looks down at him.
"I'd like you to do the same." He pushes a CD across to her. She doesn't touch the disk.
"I'm not a whore, Lex," she says.
"So don't fuck him," he replies. Bends back to his screen. "Fly commercial." Looks back up at her. "Don't look like you're mine."
"Convenient that I'm not," she snaps.
She takes the disk with her.
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Last night I cooked a curry. One and a half hours, a personal best. Simmering chicken and the garamasala mixed with the dried chilli (too much, as it turns out) for ages. Tomato for the colour. Potato boiled until it falls apart (makes it creamy). Stringless beans so I'm not completely vegetable free. Sloane claims this is the only thing I ever cook (she forgets that I can cook several different types of curry. Eight or nine at least.) However, in order to refute these claims, tonight I shall cook something else. The only problem is I'm not sure what. Pasta is easy, but so tasty, with bits of mushroom and pieces of fetta cooking in tomatoes and cheap goon. I read a thing today, linked by Voleuse, maybe, of Super Size Me and the book by the same guy, about the difficulty of purchasing fresh food and small amounts in America today. And my mind boggles at the concept that unhealthy food being cheaper than fresh food. And I know I'm excessive in the time I spend on cooking, but cooking's not hard. This might, of course, be an attitude developed via my mother, who would work full time every day, and come home and still cook a meal for us every night. And 'cheating' was when she cooked pasta for dinner, because she'd get home from work and have to quickly cook before going to her Indonesian class after dinner. 'Cheating' didn't involve anything instant, by the way. No packets or sauces, and if she knew I occasionally used packet sauces (primarily for pasta bakes) she'd be so confused.
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I haven't pre-ordered HBP. I thought about it, and stopping by town to pick up a copy before going to archery on Saturday morning (release time is 07:01 for us). I thought it would be fun to read it during the breaks at archery; to wave it in my mother in law's face. But I'm just not that interested in HP at the moment, so I'm not sure I'm in a hurry. And whilst I'd never intentionally spoil someone, I'm not a spoilerphobe, and if I find out what happens in HBP before I read it, I'm not sure I care.
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FICATHONS: HP fem gen ; Cliche ; Rewrite RotS
But what I really want to write is more of that excerpt above. Because Chloe and Lex are THE BEST.
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When I get home, I'm going to watch s1 TWW.
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Lex looks up from his computer as Chloe shuts the door behind herself. "I want you to go to Gotham City," he says, and leans back in his chair. Lifts a hand to his chin.
She grins. "Bruce Wayne a threat?" she asks. "Or are you worried Batman's going to take you down?"
"I'm not afraid of Bruce," he says. "I've seen him with his pants around his ankles." He pauses.
"And?" Chloe stands beside his desk; looks down at him.
"I'd like you to do the same." He pushes a CD across to her. She doesn't touch the disk.
"I'm not a whore, Lex," she says.
"So don't fuck him," he replies. Bends back to his screen. "Fly commercial." Looks back up at her. "Don't look like you're mine."
"Convenient that I'm not," she snaps.
She takes the disk with her.
---
Last night I cooked a curry. One and a half hours, a personal best. Simmering chicken and the garamasala mixed with the dried chilli (too much, as it turns out) for ages. Tomato for the colour. Potato boiled until it falls apart (makes it creamy). Stringless beans so I'm not completely vegetable free. Sloane claims this is the only thing I ever cook (she forgets that I can cook several different types of curry. Eight or nine at least.) However, in order to refute these claims, tonight I shall cook something else. The only problem is I'm not sure what. Pasta is easy, but so tasty, with bits of mushroom and pieces of fetta cooking in tomatoes and cheap goon. I read a thing today, linked by Voleuse, maybe, of Super Size Me and the book by the same guy, about the difficulty of purchasing fresh food and small amounts in America today. And my mind boggles at the concept that unhealthy food being cheaper than fresh food. And I know I'm excessive in the time I spend on cooking, but cooking's not hard. This might, of course, be an attitude developed via my mother, who would work full time every day, and come home and still cook a meal for us every night. And 'cheating' was when she cooked pasta for dinner, because she'd get home from work and have to quickly cook before going to her Indonesian class after dinner. 'Cheating' didn't involve anything instant, by the way. No packets or sauces, and if she knew I occasionally used packet sauces (primarily for pasta bakes) she'd be so confused.
---
I haven't pre-ordered HBP. I thought about it, and stopping by town to pick up a copy before going to archery on Saturday morning (release time is 07:01 for us). I thought it would be fun to read it during the breaks at archery; to wave it in my mother in law's face. But I'm just not that interested in HP at the moment, so I'm not sure I'm in a hurry. And whilst I'd never intentionally spoil someone, I'm not a spoilerphobe, and if I find out what happens in HBP before I read it, I'm not sure I care.
---
FICATHONS: HP fem gen ; Cliche ; Rewrite RotS
But what I really want to write is more of that excerpt above. Because Chloe and Lex are THE BEST.
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When I get home, I'm going to watch s1 TWW.
