I don’t understand beauty in the sexual sense

I like function, and form, and skill; those I can understand. But just liking a nipple because it’s a nipple. Or skin because it’s skin? What is that like?

I can find the function of those things fascinating and amazing, but I see nothing that I find the need to touch or explore in that sense….

Pattern-making for the scarf I just finished. Time to write up what I did. Upside: had a good time making the scarf. Downside: deciphering my notes on how I made it.

I don’t know why I’m so angry at nothing in particular.

“Shore Leave” has drawn me in as my favourite episode before the title even began

Well, time to cross “making yarn out of old underwear” off the bucket list

In all honesty, though, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of how much harm TPTB did by fucking over BBC Sherlock. The amount of pain it caused was in no way funny. There’s no spin on this that can undo the hurt. I’m so tired.

God, it’s so pretentious to hear her talk. I’m so tired. “I think they’re disgusting.” Like just say you don’t like it. That’s all. Seeing as you dislike almost every type of fruit available, it’s absurd that you expect anyone to agree with you.

Applied to a job. Do I feel like I have time and energy for it? No. But I need it, so there we are.

Off to my final exam, wish me luck.

Almost Shelley

I think only one person follows me so this may seem like a silly post to have, but I wanted to warn everyone I am starting a knitting project, and I intend to blog the process. The tag will be #shelleybra: it’s a bra, in case you haven’t guessed. Feel free to block the tag if you need to.