Mmmm, autumn, & urgh, pingy pongoes.

*dances madly*

There is a chill in the air, and I can't stop smiling and twirling around madly in the street and opening all the windows. I love cold weather, oooh, I love it. Bonfires and hot chocolate and giant sweaters and breathing mist, oh, I love it! And Halloween is coming, and frost, and pumpkins and apples! Spiced hot tea! Shuffling your feet through fallen leaves! And the moronic tanning girls and surfing boys have fled and the beaches are empty and the ocean is fierce and grey and wind-whipped, and oh, lovely wind!

*more wild dancing*

On the other hand, the non-orgasmically happy one...

My car has become the spawning pit for Satan's mildew minions. You know the Bagenders? You know how Gandalf has carefully cultivated a Smell? That is the smell that is in my car. Either that, or Scurvy has found his way into said vehicle and died, and the smell is that of his rotting, bubonic plague filled carcass.

Tasty.

At any rate, I'm either going to be spending the day dipping various parts of my car in bleach, or driving with my windows down to the beach to write gay pirate smut.

Decisions, decisions.

*dashes off to the beach*