ciroccoj | (no subject)

I also love Chris' occasional snark.

I'm telling him about one of the most amazing things I've ever read on Law & Order ff.n (direct quote: "[they] had another date. This one was more succesful and they did plenty of kissing"). Then I tell him there's been a lot of reviews for it.

"What, 'Please stop?'"

"No, no! Like 'this is sogood! Ur amazzing!' and 'oooh! I luuuv this! More more!' and 'I luv this story even thogh I don't know any of the characters-'"

"That's because it's on past your bedtime, sweetie," Chris comments.

And on a totally unrelated note, I finally found the words to a poem all my friends and I used to recite on a regular basis at Queen's.

I remember her eyes
Across the yawning abyss of a week and a half.
I remember their brown glow
Lighting the room like a shock of azure sky.
Azure... blue... they were blue.
Right.
Blue as ocean water
In its deepest emerald hues.
Emerald... green... they were, they were green.
Greeny-blue... sort of aquamarine, with little, uh brown, brownish flecks-
OK, I remember her tits.