a tawdry solution

24 hours and a thousand odd pages of purely smutty pulp, and i feel much much better.

my life still seems to be floating right on down the shitter, but i feel much more serene about it ;)

really though, what cant a few beers, chain smoking, some trashy fiction and staying up all night not fix?

i mean the book had it all. (actually there were two, the first being a lovely little terry pratchett, and he is simply fabulous for lightening the soul.) the jacket quote promised "great fun... marvelous and fantastic adventures, romance, sex... perfect escape reading!" and it delivered. we've got magic, time travel, epic adventure through WWII briton and the brutal 18th century highlands of scotland, a strapping young hero (the virgin of the story no less!)and a fiesty herione, romance and torn hearts, family loyalties and divine intervention, desperate and devoted love, kinky sex scenes, a good touch of bawdy humor, monks and villians and witches of course, and even the loch ness monster makes a cameo.

definetly a nice little bit of ridiculously smutty escape reading. and after yesterday, i feel much better for the diversion. reading really can be as a good as drugs at times.

on little sidenote though, as our herione ponders the warmth of her lovers body, like a furnace next to her, it led me off on a tangent of the folks ive shared my bed with here and there, and im pretty sure almost every guy i have known is blazingly hot simply lying there, no exertion required. the blankets cover me at night, but never them. why is this, and what is their secret to internal body heat? damn it gets cold at night sometimes.