Wow. It's afternoon. Good Morning.
Hiya! We had a power outage down our whole block, so I haven't been able to work on anything until now.
I'm planning to join this new comm, spnmysteryyears, as soon as I get a chance. Looks like a GREAT idea and one I could really get into over the summer.
Maggie is restless. She wants to get up here with me. Guess I'll let her. Ooomph.
Dunno much about layouts, but I like mine and I got it from here: http://community.livejournal.com/thefulcrum/
I could always modify some layout images and make them rotate, stuff like that, if it's needed.
Thanks for all the comments on my stories lately! :) I just realized that I've bastardized my old fanfic tag by using it elsewhere, so I fixed that: http://blacklid.livejournal.com/tag/my+stories
*goes back to work on VCFE*
I'm having a Sam day. That's not a bad thing. It just makes Dean really, really quiet.
*opens the curtain*
It's almost noon and bright and he's sitting out there in the Impala again, windows rolled down so the wind blows straight through it, wearing the new battery down listening to Grand Funk and Warrant because he doesn't want to start her up, doesn't want to go anywhere really, really doesn't wanna go period, so he's just sitting out there, waiting for someone in the house to come get him for lunch and then maybe give him something to do.
I'm planning to join this new comm, spnmysteryyears, as soon as I get a chance. Looks like a GREAT idea and one I could really get into over the summer.
Maggie is restless. She wants to get up here with me. Guess I'll let her. Ooomph.
Dunno much about layouts, but I like mine and I got it from here: http://community.livejournal.com/thefulcrum/
I could always modify some layout images and make them rotate, stuff like that, if it's needed.
Thanks for all the comments on my stories lately! :) I just realized that I've bastardized my old fanfic tag by using it elsewhere, so I fixed that: http://blacklid.livejournal.com/tag/my+stories
*goes back to work on VCFE*
I'm having a Sam day. That's not a bad thing. It just makes Dean really, really quiet.
*opens the curtain*
It's almost noon and bright and he's sitting out there in the Impala again, windows rolled down so the wind blows straight through it, wearing the new battery down listening to Grand Funk and Warrant because he doesn't want to start her up, doesn't want to go anywhere really, really doesn't wanna go period, so he's just sitting out there, waiting for someone in the house to come get him for lunch and then maybe give him something to do.