ETA: Okay, not quite yet--it still needs to be ratified by the WGA. But this is a really, really good sign. *glees anyways*
I'm almost nearly certain I'm not quite dead yet.
Just recovering from a nasty cold and catching up (very, very belatedly) on Christmas fics. I hope everyone is having fabulous days--many and many hearts to you all. ;)
- Caramel apple cider with cinnamon and whipped cream from Starbucks!
- You Suck: A Love Story by Christopher Moore, which I just finished!
- Snow tonight!
- Supernatural tonight! *runs around shrieking like a mad thing with flailing arms*
- Third season of Lost DVDs!
AM BEING EATEN BY WORK APPLICATIONS SEND HELP.
LONDON–Alex James has seen the future of rock 'n' roll and it comes from cows, sheep, goats and buffalo in more than 450 varieties.
James, 39, bassist with British supergroup Blur and who once billed himself as "the second drunkest member of the drunkest band in Britain," is talking cheese, of course – British cheese, to be precise...
Y / y?
Going to write Will's big meeting with Andrew, which I'm probably going to tear to pieces about fifteen times before posting it, and a Freddie / Jens porn-fic (I think these used to be called PWPs, as in "plot? What plot?"), from a recent idea I got. By hand. Roommate says she's going to make the cats into fluffy little pillows if she catches me on her computer again.
Spam this entry in comments while I'm gone. Go on, anything. I dare you to surprise me. ;-)
YouSendIt is a slutty, bitchy shiteheaded tramp of a fecking goddamn whore.
In other news, I may have to wipe all the files off my system completely if I can't reinstall the drivers on Windows.
Also, on my one day off, the one day I got to kick back, relax a little, take it easy--yes, I have been called into work this evening. Happy joy.
I don't think I'll be around tonight, guys, I'm sorry.
I can only function right now with the continued aid of schmoopy, fluffy porn. Tomorrow I'll be coherent and (possibly) sane enough to attempt something good and actually meaningful, but tonight, I need porn. Badly.
*scoots off under sofa again*
Edit: Sparky, will you be around tomorrow night? Send me an email, I want to work out that Will/Damon log for good.
( Not properly formatted at the moment, will get back to this later )