So, I'm home. That 5 1/2 hour drive will probably never stop sucking. But it was fairly easy except for how FUCKING LONG it was. But I was met upon arrival home by a phone call my beloved
ofangoriousone who is a better human being than I will EVER be because she offered to help me shlep all my shit from the car to the apartment. She's a gem, for fucking serious. Also, I missed her like crazy, also
mondegreen and Matt. They're my favorites and I need to see them desperately. *misses*
You know what I dont miss? Tuesdays. Fuck Tuesdays. To quote Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back: Fuck them up their stupid asses. Chemistry, Ottoman Empire and Poetry with FG (I refuse to call him Frank anymore in text - he's not WORTHY). FAIL. But I get to see Megan in Poetry and I adore her. She's a fucking badass and she makes me feel both lazy and not-militant-enough. :D
*sigh*
Blah, school, why arent you as awesome as fandom or my laid back job?
And now that Wave 1 is submitted, time to get cracking on Wave 2. Thank you FrenchChrisTheRopeGuy, for bondage!Pete is moving! I missed you so, bondage!Pete. You are fucked up and SO much fun to write. *snuggles him* Also, I estimated a word count to fit what this story will be realistically, rather than the
bandombigbang minimum. :D
I Know This Hurts (It Was Meant To)
23241 / 40000 words. 58% done!