TNA squeaking, song recs, and fic stuff.

Got to watch some of the super X tournament. Heeeeee! I am astonishingly happy.

( Therefore there will be many, many exclamation points )

For the best musical take on the Jackass phenomenon, may I recommend 'Monkey See- Monkey Do' by Trucks. Anglo-Norwegian pop-punk band, who sing wonderfully humourous/silly slightly satirical songs about modern life. I adore them.
Their other major song is 'It's Just Porn, Mum'. Again, a little gem of a song.

I'd also like to recommend Eamon with '(Fuck It) I Don't Want You Back' and Kanye West 'Through the Wire'. The first is one of those break-up songs, lovely and bitter. The Kanye West one sounds like it has chipmunks on the chorus but is a soulful rap song other than that.

And now onto fic stuff. Two unrelated questions -

1) What should, or indeed should I at all, put in the disclaimer if there's a sex scene involving a very foreign object?

2) Does anyone know what the Elvish (and I don't mind what sort) is for no one?

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I always wondered if I would notice when the situation here would become untenable. Well it just has.

I mean I can't move out right now, because I don't have the capital, but the minute I can I'm moving away and never coming back - well except to see Nan and Mum.

I've had it.

Colin just metaphorically patted me on the head and said, "Well of course you think that, but you're too young to know anything."

Dear fucking bastard, please note that while I have lived just a little over 3/10ths of the time you have, I am perfectly capable of holding a well-considered opinion.

He said that once I'd spent more time in the world I'd change my mind. Dear fucker, the time I've spent in the big wide wicked so far has merely convinced me of the views I've held along.

I cannot justify to myself spending any more time than necessary living in a house with a man whose principles so totally oppose my own.

I am, in short, done.