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\u/ - there are watchmen igoogle themes! i will be looking so professional at work when i google stuff, oh yes.
/u\ - there's one of the comedian titled "the man of men". yeah no. fuck off.
\u\ - i do not know what to DO with myself over ridiculously intense new obsession1! can i friend everyone who wrote fic i liked and not look like a weirdo stalker? and will they expect me to have SMRT CONTENT? other people have been in the fandom for aaaages. all my "insights" (shut up. in my head i am SO insightful. er... please do not now imagine the intellectual level at which conversations with myself usually plateau. it's still more stimulating than talking to the rats, ok?) and squee will be old hat! (also there seem to be many people with great wodges of writing talent. all my never-leaving-the-hard-drive/googledocs watchporn efforts so far look v. crap in comparison.) yes, yes, i know: so much suffering, woe etc! except for how i am at the gleeful FIRST CRUSH NEW LOVE EVERYTHING IS SHINY WANT stage of things and basically ♥!♥ (i have so many tabs open despite my amazingly slow connection. so many tabs!)
this post brought to you by poor planning = unhurt soooooo huuuuungry. (roasting a chicken. but i forgot it was necessary to begin actually roasting in a timely fashion until after 7pm. food will be ready in some hours. and my house has, for some reason, NO SNACKS in it. unless tinned fruit is a snack? or dry cereal? or... rat treats?)
and hey - lj has et my comments again.
p.s. i am indeed a genius! in that, ahem, i made this signal boost post? and only just noticed that i stuffed up the url to amazonziti's post. lucky kanz and meres also linked to it properly, and i linked to them. *palms face for a while*
1complete with mental mary-sue scenarios. which - no, really. STOP. THAT. BRAIN? i am speaking to y-- oh. huh. if you put it that way then i... need so much help, basically?
/u\ - there's one of the comedian titled "the man of men". yeah no. fuck off.
\u\ - i do not know what to DO with myself over ridiculously intense new obsession1! can i friend everyone who wrote fic i liked and not look like a weirdo stalker? and will they expect me to have SMRT CONTENT? other people have been in the fandom for aaaages. all my "insights" (shut up. in my head i am SO insightful. er... please do not now imagine the intellectual level at which conversations with myself usually plateau. it's still more stimulating than talking to the rats, ok?) and squee will be old hat! (also there seem to be many people with great wodges of writing talent. all my never-leaving-the-hard-drive/googledocs watchporn efforts so far look v. crap in comparison.) yes, yes, i know: so much suffering, woe etc! except for how i am at the gleeful FIRST CRUSH NEW LOVE EVERYTHING IS SHINY WANT stage of things and basically ♥!♥ (i have so many tabs open despite my amazingly slow connection. so many tabs!)
this post brought to you by poor planning = unhurt soooooo huuuuungry. (roasting a chicken. but i forgot it was necessary to begin actually roasting in a timely fashion until after 7pm. food will be ready in some hours. and my house has, for some reason, NO SNACKS in it. unless tinned fruit is a snack? or dry cereal? or... rat treats?)
and hey - lj has et my comments again.
p.s. i am indeed a genius! in that, ahem, i made this signal boost post? and only just noticed that i stuffed up the url to amazonziti's post. lucky kanz and meres also linked to it properly, and i linked to them. *palms face for a while*
1complete with mental mary-sue scenarios. which - no, really. STOP. THAT. BRAIN? i am speaking to y-- oh. huh. if you put it that way then i... need so much help, basically?