we all grow up to regret the things we've done, you know
Today has been one of those days, where things keep piling up to make me cranky-faced. Not the least of which is the fact that nothing I want to write is working at all.
SO, let's play a game. Come on, you'll like it, I promise.
Here's the trick: PROMPT ME.
Give me a fandom/pairing, then go to flickr and use the name of the song currently playing on your ipod/itunes/mp3 player/alarm clock radio/abused ear-wormed brain as a search term, then pick a picture off the first page of results as a prompt.
I'll just wait over here.
SO, let's play a game. Come on, you'll like it, I promise.
Here's the trick: PROMPT ME.
Give me a fandom/pairing, then go to flickr and use the name of the song currently playing on your ipod/itunes/mp3 player/alarm clock radio/abused ear-wormed brain as a search term, then pick a picture off the first page of results as a prompt.
I'll just wait over here.