English is a truly amazing language, if you ask me. And slang dictionaries are fun! *giggles insanely* So, between my strenuous efforts to learn the language properly and a cup of ginger tea, this is what I've learned today, so far:
AC/DC = Adj. Bisexual. (Duh. That's me! :D)
Alan Whickers = Noun. Knickers, underwear. Rhyming slang, often shortened to Alans.
Almond rocks = Noun. Socks. Cockney rhyming slang, often shortened to almonds.
Ankle-biters = Noun. Children, particularly crawling babies. [Orig. Aust.]
Antwacky = Adj. Old fashioned. Possibly from antique(y).
Aussie kiss = Noun. Cunnilingus, from the fact that it's the same a French Kiss, but given down under. (This one cracked me up. Sometimes I can't help but think that I'm even TOO easily amused. O_O)
Other than that, I'm a bit tired of people throwing my name in the midst of their ramblings everytime something goes wrong with their life. Seriously. How annoying is that? You did nothing, said nothing, you've got nothing to do with it, yet for some reason they can't help but name you, usually saying something not exactly flattering, to make you look like the always-pissed-off-bitch and yada yada yada. Gah. The true truth is that I'm usually a very quiet one, and it takes much to actually piss me off -- unless you have some special talent at it, that is -- sooo.. well, even now, I'm not pissed off (
yet?). Annoyed? Yes. Aggravated? Yes. But NOT pissed off! I can't waste a whole day being sulky and morose, there's better things I can do with my time. I even got a call from my dad this morning (nearly a miracle, this, seeing as he NEVER calls), so yeah! My mom told me that he (apparently) wants to try and work things out between us two, you, know, try to get a little closer, because we've never really gotten along that good. Well actually we used to, when I was little. We were always together, he was my hero, like, but then I grew up. And no matter what I was doing, it was never enough for him. I was never enough for him, and now the first things to come to my mind if you ask me of him are the daily, endless fights, the harsh words, the day I left my parents' house and the mighty relief that followed. That's not the way it should be.
Anyway! On to more cheerful stuff: I've got a VigBean plot bunny hopping around in my brain, I "only" need to catch it and start writing. Yay! I hope I can do that today, it feels like forever since I've written something on my own but geez, I so need a bit of good slash. Even a PWP, I don't care, I need to write it and that's all there is to it. ::insert huge grin here::
And speaking of slash, I think all the VigBean shippers (like myself) out there should have a look at this fic, written by the lovely anorienparker, because it's indeed worth the reading! I read it yesterday night before bedtime, had very good dreams afterwards (I actually dreamed of Beanster!) and now, if you excuse me, I'm off to check her other stories. ;)
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