boy-devouring succubus vs. rebellious heaven-hating fallen angel

Let me start from the bittersweet beginning: I totally fell off my bicycle twice while rethinking my life decisions and the 'falling' part made me rethink this whole Rethinking My Life Decisions campaign that I was trying to pull off. Or campain, because it fits. And you guys, there were cars with yellow-orange-ish headlights and I had to come to a skidding halt and trip and fall on a stupid curb twice or thrice in like, different streets, and twice or thrice did I have to walk a street with the brick-ass bike right beside me, enjoying the joys of Not Having to Lift Me Up, the asshat.

Well, on the one hand, I liked the adrenaline it gave me – the excitement of having to lift it back up like some sort of protagonist without caring about how it looked (embarrassing) and how unbelievably far it was from her bike-entrance expectation: badass-ly settling on the too-high saddle while the side characters watched in awe at her badassery.

On the other: I didn't like how I ended up just awkwardly jumping on the saddle and wobbling away. *sigh* 

But you guys, I had the GRANDEST time with @Meme today! We finally watched Jennifer's Body after days of plowing through tight and sleep-deprived schedules, and we both actually found it breathtakingly cunning and sexy. Goddddd, the references, ok, they're just chef kiss. It's definitely an inside-thing though, since we had read this well-written trilogy that also tackles demonic possession and LOTS OF ANGSTTTTT. Things were obviously much, much different because the demon who was inside Jennifer's body is probably a succubus, not a flatworm-looking bellend who set Heaven on fire.

(FYI, the movie is called 'Jennifer's Body'. I don't have some sort of body kink, okay,  although Meme did point out a couple of times – before starting the movie, during, and after – that I have a liking for 70s housewife hair or something because I kept squealing at Needy's and Jennifer's hair. Kind of. Come on, who doesn't? I would totally volunteer to beta-read a fic describing their hair in fine detail, you know.)

Currently, I'm listening to Whataya Want From Me by Adam Lambert and SIGHINGGGGGGG at its superior glory while absorbing the whole movie, it takes a while for me to process great stuff.

More later you guuuuuuuuys.

Update: Here's the YouTube video of Adam's precious Whataya Want From Me. :-D