They Say What They Say

My bike-riding good intentions came to nothing. It was, I think, not meant to be. Perhaps the same could be said of this particular boy. I expect there will be other boys. Like buses, but hopefully not as smelly.

Mr Misha Collins is a delight, and I actually find Twitter quite useful for stray random thorts of the kind that people moan at you if you LJ them too often.

Money shrinks in the wash and, since I have a bath every morning, I think mine must have got small enough to slip down the plughole.