What a beautiful day it is turning out to be.

[featherynscale]

I just injured myself eating lunch. For some reason, my jaw locked up hard and I can't get to go back where it's supposed to sit. No warning, no build-up, just fine to OWFUCK in about three seconds. I can't really open my mouth, and turning my head is no picnic either.

Feh. On the bright side, and completely unrelated to my inability to eat without hurting myself, sannion has some sexy pictures of Dionysos in his journal today. Go look at them. I will still be here, cursing through mostly-closed lips.

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[infintysquared.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the Dionysian links. Remind me to tell you about the time I cosplayed as Bacchus in Jr. High and got away with it, 'cause it was official.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Officially what?

[infintysquared.livejournal.com]

We were holding a "Latin Banquet" were the final project for Latin class was to dress up like a Roman [demi]god/dess and perform a short speech to identify major myths about one's character.

At the time, I just thought it would be cute and controversial to be a fourteen-year-old God of Wine and Revelry. Yeah, I always liked to do my shit-disturbing in subtle yet creative ways.

(I still have the homemade toga costume in my closet somewhere. However, it won't come much past my hips any more, and I'd probably bust the seams as my chest musculature has matured significantly. The purple cape and wreath of vines, however, are still around and in reasonable fashion.)