life in the form of a list
+ it is sunday. tomorrow is monday. i do not like this.
+ except for the fact that the day after tomorrow is tuesday, which is when MOTHERFUCKING WHITE COLLAR RETURNS TO A TV NEAR ME. i almost can't even believe it; so much has changed in my life since the s1 finale (and i have such a strong association with that show and this past fall/winter) it's like i can't fathom what it's going to be like having it a part of my life now. idk. that sounds completely batshit, but it's true. i'm so excited i could pee.
+ corrollary : looking at this icon of mine makes me grin like a lunatic. so looking forward to all the fic that's going to come out in the next few months (and planning on writing some of it myself, of course; the next chapter of 'driven' is half done! yay!).
+ if any of you follow my AO3 (idk if you do) you'll already know this, but i'm just going to de-anon / de-lurk / own up to the fact that i've been stalking a_team_kink for the past week, and writing a bit of fic in response to prompts (which i'll likely collect here at some point because strangely, everything i'm writing is in the same 'verse in my head, which never happens, but w/e). but whether you're even into the movie or the show at all, i don't care, every person who has seen enough a-team to know who col. hannibal smith is, and who has also seen or read watchmen (syncopated_time i'm looking at you), needs-- NEEDS-- to go read this untitled crossover fic that will break you in half. it's genfic of hannibal and the comedian during vietnam, and OH. MY. GOD. it's half my prompt (someone originally prompted the crossover, i suggested hannibal and the comedian bitching about 'nam) and whoever the anon is that filled the request i seriously want to kiss them, because this is intense, scary, bitter and just deeply awesome. the comedian is my favorite part of watchmen, and this fic puts hannibal in his world (before and after the events of watchmen) with pitch-perfect ease. idk, it's just fantastic and i've read it like four times and am still finding new things to love about it.
+ i'm sitting outside right now; i've lit the grill and am kicked back in the adirondack chair my grandfather made, a glass of wine by my side. this is the bit of summer i miss from last year, the part i haven't been able to enjoy really because i've been working so much. i remember sitting up late on the porch, writing my trek big bang with a beer and alexei murdoch playing softly in the background. i do really like summer, when it's not 95 with 200% humidity like it's been this week. i like 70 degrees at dusk, dimming light and the sound of crickets. i like the slow laziness of it, looking at the lettuce and basil and tomatoes in my garden and planning a salad. i think mostly i just like being able to be outside at 8:30pm and still have enough light to see. :3
+ i sent a facebook message just now that i'm wondering if i'll regret later. i feel good about it right now; i like the confidence i've had lately in talking to people, in feeling like it doesn't matter if someone walks away from a conversation with me having the wrong idea about me; knowing that i have the respect and love of the people that matter, being unshakable in that knowledge, gives me a firmer base from which to say hey, let's do whatever, talk to whoever, and what's the worst that could happen? it's not even like a flirting/dating thing (that is still so far off my radar it's invisible) but even in a friendship sense, reaching out to someone i haven't spoken to in over a year and being totally unafraid of the result feels better than i thought it would.
+ i'm considering asking my manager about the manager-in-training job. like how much it pays, etc. part of me is so scared of the prospect it's like that's akin to considering going bungee jumping; am i fucking crazy? i want a 9 to 5, right? right. i do. but after 2 years none has even close to presented itself to me, and if the MIT job pays 30K a year or more i can get by on that and i won't even *really* mind having to work weekends forever because i'll be the one making the schedule so i can decide my days off (to correlate with halfdreams' days off, what what) and i'll be able to have my own place, etc. but i feel like that's a pipe dream amount to hope for. i just love this job and this company so much, and i am so fucking GOOD at the job it's ridiculous. and unlike all the other retail jobs i've ever had, i don't have any worry that taking on more responsibility will make me lose my enjoyment of it. ugh, i just wish i could fast-forward to the part of my life where i can write for a living and all this uncertainty is in the past. but then that would sort of defeat the emotional purpose of going through it, wouldn't it?
+ we have butternut squash risotto for dinner, and fish with lemon and dill. i think i'm going to go eat some and stop semi-drunkenly spewing over the internet, y/y? y.
♥
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+ except for the fact that the day after tomorrow is tuesday, which is when MOTHERFUCKING WHITE COLLAR RETURNS TO A TV NEAR ME. i almost can't even believe it; so much has changed in my life since the s1 finale (and i have such a strong association with that show and this past fall/winter) it's like i can't fathom what it's going to be like having it a part of my life now. idk. that sounds completely batshit, but it's true. i'm so excited i could pee.
+ corrollary : looking at this icon of mine makes me grin like a lunatic. so looking forward to all the fic that's going to come out in the next few months (and planning on writing some of it myself, of course; the next chapter of 'driven' is half done! yay!).
+ if any of you follow my AO3 (idk if you do) you'll already know this, but i'm just going to de-anon / de-lurk / own up to the fact that i've been stalking a_team_kink for the past week, and writing a bit of fic in response to prompts (which i'll likely collect here at some point because strangely, everything i'm writing is in the same 'verse in my head, which never happens, but w/e). but whether you're even into the movie or the show at all, i don't care, every person who has seen enough a-team to know who col. hannibal smith is, and who has also seen or read watchmen (syncopated_time i'm looking at you), needs-- NEEDS-- to go read this untitled crossover fic that will break you in half. it's genfic of hannibal and the comedian during vietnam, and OH. MY. GOD. it's half my prompt (someone originally prompted the crossover, i suggested hannibal and the comedian bitching about 'nam) and whoever the anon is that filled the request i seriously want to kiss them, because this is intense, scary, bitter and just deeply awesome. the comedian is my favorite part of watchmen, and this fic puts hannibal in his world (before and after the events of watchmen) with pitch-perfect ease. idk, it's just fantastic and i've read it like four times and am still finding new things to love about it.
+ i'm sitting outside right now; i've lit the grill and am kicked back in the adirondack chair my grandfather made, a glass of wine by my side. this is the bit of summer i miss from last year, the part i haven't been able to enjoy really because i've been working so much. i remember sitting up late on the porch, writing my trek big bang with a beer and alexei murdoch playing softly in the background. i do really like summer, when it's not 95 with 200% humidity like it's been this week. i like 70 degrees at dusk, dimming light and the sound of crickets. i like the slow laziness of it, looking at the lettuce and basil and tomatoes in my garden and planning a salad. i think mostly i just like being able to be outside at 8:30pm and still have enough light to see. :3
+ i sent a facebook message just now that i'm wondering if i'll regret later. i feel good about it right now; i like the confidence i've had lately in talking to people, in feeling like it doesn't matter if someone walks away from a conversation with me having the wrong idea about me; knowing that i have the respect and love of the people that matter, being unshakable in that knowledge, gives me a firmer base from which to say hey, let's do whatever, talk to whoever, and what's the worst that could happen? it's not even like a flirting/dating thing (that is still so far off my radar it's invisible) but even in a friendship sense, reaching out to someone i haven't spoken to in over a year and being totally unafraid of the result feels better than i thought it would.
+ i'm considering asking my manager about the manager-in-training job. like how much it pays, etc. part of me is so scared of the prospect it's like that's akin to considering going bungee jumping; am i fucking crazy? i want a 9 to 5, right? right. i do. but after 2 years none has even close to presented itself to me, and if the MIT job pays 30K a year or more i can get by on that and i won't even *really* mind having to work weekends forever because i'll be the one making the schedule so i can decide my days off (to correlate with halfdreams' days off, what what) and i'll be able to have my own place, etc. but i feel like that's a pipe dream amount to hope for. i just love this job and this company so much, and i am so fucking GOOD at the job it's ridiculous. and unlike all the other retail jobs i've ever had, i don't have any worry that taking on more responsibility will make me lose my enjoyment of it. ugh, i just wish i could fast-forward to the part of my life where i can write for a living and all this uncertainty is in the past. but then that would sort of defeat the emotional purpose of going through it, wouldn't it?
+ we have butternut squash risotto for dinner, and fish with lemon and dill. i think i'm going to go eat some and stop semi-drunkenly spewing over the internet, y/y? y.
♥
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comments)