what exactly makes a vice?
jklf;eail Happy Belated Birthday to cynicalism!!! I am so sorry I forgot yesterday was also your birthday, particularly because you and mycroftnext have had the conversation where you realize you were born on the same day like, twice on my journal. But! Belated just means I can wish that it was fully of every good thing, and you can tell me whether or not it actually was.
fluttering: Damn COCKTEASE
ficrec: J2. Your Brains Are No Match For My Tractorbeam which, ok, i have to admit i'd never have read it for the title, but dear god. this fic is amazing. Emchan, i will get a you-safe version to you someday because it is perfect. ( parts 2 and 3) Now, I don't hold to the idea that things are good because they're popular, but sometimes things are popular because they're good and this fic has fourteen fucking pages of comments, i kid you not. I have never been so happy to have been recced something in my life.
so here's the thing. i don't want to go to my church retreat because i don't like retreats. i don't like being miles away from civilisation in the woods doing kumbayah and woodsy type things. i don't like the total lack of internet, and i really don't like the constant socialisation (can you tell i was a kid who never went to summer camp? yes, yes i think you can). On the other hand, I should go to my church retreat because being locked up (figuratively, not literally) together in the woods, much like the torture of dry conditioning, is a good way to make friends. I need to do things to make friends because otherwise I'll feel awkward and run away right after church (kind of like i do now!) and not talk to anyone, which in turn, will make me feel more awkward, and I think you get the picture. It's a vicious cycle, and I would like to have church friends--which would involve actually meeting and talking to people. I need to decide by sunday morning (about the retreat) because i've put it off so long (oh, also, it will cost 100 dollars). ugh. opinions. help?
annnnnd after going back to work to 'get' (as in, email to myself) the stuff I'd forgotten that i need to work on over the weekend, I emailed it to my work email, which i don't know how/can't access at home. fml. EMAIL IS HERE, SEVERAL HOURS LATER. i guess all the security slowed it down?
fluttering: Damn COCKTEASE
ficrec: J2. Your Brains Are No Match For My Tractorbeam which, ok, i have to admit i'd never have read it for the title, but dear god. this fic is amazing. Emchan, i will get a you-safe version to you someday because it is perfect. ( parts 2 and 3) Now, I don't hold to the idea that things are good because they're popular, but sometimes things are popular because they're good and this fic has fourteen fucking pages of comments, i kid you not. I have never been so happy to have been recced something in my life.
so here's the thing. i don't want to go to my church retreat because i don't like retreats. i don't like being miles away from civilisation in the woods doing kumbayah and woodsy type things. i don't like the total lack of internet, and i really don't like the constant socialisation (can you tell i was a kid who never went to summer camp? yes, yes i think you can). On the other hand, I should go to my church retreat because being locked up (figuratively, not literally) together in the woods, much like the torture of dry conditioning, is a good way to make friends. I need to do things to make friends because otherwise I'll feel awkward and run away right after church (kind of like i do now!) and not talk to anyone, which in turn, will make me feel more awkward, and I think you get the picture. It's a vicious cycle, and I would like to have church friends--which would involve actually meeting and talking to people. I need to decide by sunday morning (about the retreat) because i've put it off so long (oh, also, it will cost 100 dollars). ugh. opinions. help?
annnnnd after going back to work to 'get' (as in, email to myself) the stuff I'd forgotten that i need to work on over the weekend, I emailed it to my work email, which i don't know how/can't access at home. fml. EMAIL IS HERE, SEVERAL HOURS LATER. i guess all the security slowed it down?