Why being swamped wih work is a good thing

Because it distracts Slinky from doing /thinking stupid things. To wit:

• I was reading all about dreadlocks and decided that maybe it would be fun to get them. I changed my mind after I realized that I wouldn't be able to get half of my favorite tops over my head anymore. Damned hair.

• I was reading about vertical labrets, and decided that since I won't be working anywhere respectable for the next five years, life would not be complete until I got one.

• Then I read about fourchettes and went off the whole idea of piercings.

• I got a bit carried away while doing research for an essay and read this article, and had to go vegetarian that night. The Internet is an evil place with traps for the carnivorous unwary. Now I think of the pork ribs I have in the fridge and feel a bit like a murderer.

• I also decided that maybe my idiotic ethics class isn't such a bad thing after all because both hawt French guy and the South African boy are in it, and often sit side by side. Matched eye candy, gotta love it. French Boy has absurdly sexy longish hair, very tousled and shiny and he's constantly flipping it out of his very intense eyes. When he was giving his presentation, I couldn't focus on what he said because every time he said 'car-tee-lay-geee-nus' and 'ze beach' I wanted to fling myself on him. French accents should be registered a dangerous weapons. South African Boy registers as Body by Abercrombie in my head because, well, it is. Can't understand what he's talking about half the time, so I just nod and make what I think are appropriate responses until get bored of looking at him.

• I cycled to uni in an hour. Uni's 18km away, according to Punky. Also according to Punky, that's 'not very far'. Bloody stinking liar. I think I hurt myself. Plus, I know understand why cyclists wear tights. Seams CHAFE, people.

• Stayed up half the night talking to B when I really should have been in bed because I was so severely sleep-deprived. Watched two men snog. Am convinced more than ever that theater is world populated by what Miss J called uncharitably 'nasal faggots'.

• Realized that half the bloody world that is younger than me have their lies bloody sorted. Am absolutely consumed with envy. Went and broke my 2-months without buying fags existence and morosely sulked around in the garden a lot. I hide the matches from Punky, he might scold me for using so many.

• I've successfully converted Punky, who's never even watched the Matrix triology, culture starved as he is, into a Gaiman fan. That's two and counting. Our numbers are growing.

PS: a very very belated public thank you to p.w., who sent me a lovely, lovely care package. Love you, babes!

PPS: Ego, you bastard, you're another year older as of today. Serves you right for never writing, and oh, happy birthday.