You haven't had a complete evening until you listen to Alan Cummings talk about his cock ring beneath his kilt. And people wonder why I love the Graham Norton Effect. I guess it was a good thing I went downstairs to watch it because my pilot script characters are...well, they ate and apparently I can't let them do that anymore because pizza makes them horny. The boys aren't supposed to kiss until mid-season, this is the pilot, can't rush these things. I got them detoured enough that now they're talking and acting all soapy. Sigh, between them wanting to have sex and their hooker friend wanting to give freebies, I'm going to go insane.
I want it to be winter for a day. But not just any winter day, I want it to be a cold winter day where I get to snuggle in bed and sleep until late, traipse around the house in my pajamas carrying my blanket, and just be toasty warm while the cold winds blow outside. Can I order that up in July? The alternative is to just turn my air conditioner down to freezing:) Same effect.
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calm.