InsaneJournal

I'm not saying that Vallo has a greater-than-average risk-taking population, but I am saying that my idea of wrapping up some ~mystery~ books here at Chastity's Nook and describing them only by their genre, theme and kink seems to be really taking off.

In other news, the salt and pepper's gone curiously missing from the flat. I've seen people complaining on the network about things just disappearing - including whole buildings, which I can only imagine - but nevertheless, I'm confident in griping about my own loss in miniature. I had to eat salt-less scrambled eggs this morning, and it was exactly as beastly as you might imagine, and I think I need some sympathy.

[ Filtered to Caroline Forbes, Simon can read but not comment (for Simon is best seen and not heard)]

So it goes without saying, but thank you for your patience and continued pretending that I was not, in fact, the idiot whose private searches re: vampirism were made public. I've been hiding it for a long time - most of my remembered life, actually - and despite my attempts at subtlety with you I'm certain it was bloody obvious (Simon Snow is on this filter; he figured it out ages ago because he is as nosy as he is obnoxiously attractive).

At any rate, I'm not interested in vampire therapy or group talk or whatnot; I'm not terribly interested in vampires at all. But having to go to the forest for dinner is ruining my shoes, and I was wondering if there are any alternative processes discreetly available for those of us who don't drink human blood?