resolutions?

"So," Z asked me over dinner last night, "what are your plans for 2007?"
"Hm," I said, "maybe I'd better hear yours first."
"Mine might depend on yours," he said.
"Mine might depend on yours," I answered.
We were at an impasse. Then Z hit upon a great idea: he is going to publish a romance novel. A cheap, formulaic category romance, under a ridiculous pseudonym. He later checked all the Harlequin guidelines.
More serious plans were discussed, but to no real end. ( mundania )

I know, I know, that was boring. Sorry. Z's idea of writing a Harlequin romance was much more amusing. He wanted to bet me that he'd do it-- idea to submission in twelve months. I didn't take the bet. I probably should have, because I doubt he'll really do it-- it takes him six hours to write a 500-word article, at the very least, so I can't imagine how long 50,000 words would take him. But it would certainly be amusing.

I am so logy today, I don't quite know what to do with myself. I should do the laundry but Z failed to give me any of his dirty clothes, and I don't really know where to go to hunt them down. If I am super super lazy I won't do the laundry today either. And then I can go to work naked. Yay! :/

omg dood

I haven't written a rollerskating squee post in a while, so I'm going to now. I don't know what it was tonight, but from the moment I got out on the rink I had a great deal more flexibility in my legs than ever before, and I could totally cross over all the way, left foot under right, the right way. I've never done it that easily before. I have no idea why it worked, except for a) I've made it to three consecutive practices, which I don't usually manage, and skated hard at all three, and b) I was wearing spandex leggings, which I never do, and short shorts, so there was no excess fabric on the inside of my thighs. I have no idea why either of those two should have made such a difference, but there I was, skating really well. I was almost fast today. It was exciting.



I was super lazy this morning and didn't do the laundry, though in my defense Z hadn't unpacked his suitcases so I didn't have his clothes to wash anyway. But that means I have to stay up now, and do laundry, and I'm just so sleepy I don't want to.


[TMI] I wonder if, after I've switched this load over to the dryer and put the next one in, if I can get some nookie out of Z? wow, man, that would blow my mind. We should spend more time apart because I get laid so much more when he comes home. [/TMI] Sorry about that.


Z is totally writing that romance novel. So far his characters are named... wait for it... XX and XY. Best. Placeholder. Names. EVER!