But I digress. At some point, an actual RL update featuring the TELENOVELA that was moving - except not, I'm being a bit dramatic but moving still sucks - will happen. Instead, have fic. Avengers fic:
merits of a whiskey mouseIt's a pattern. Lose the beginning. Lose the end. You'll only see four walls. Clint, Natasha, and an apartment that doesn'
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My back is sort of the end of a very pathetic physical ailment mexican wave. I dislocated a toe, and so i overcompensated and busted the opposite knee, so i overcompensated and busted the other knee, and two fucked knees = a fucked back, apparently. I'm still trying to convince myself that 30 isn't old - i think maybe my body is trying to make a point.
(NB: Never speak of mattresses or beds to me ever again. We moved from an open-plan (shit shit shit shit horrible awful disgusting vermin infested hell hole) place, to a super pretty old 2 storey victorian terrace place, and it turns out, they weren't designed to have queen size solid bed-bases hefted up their staircases. WHO KNEW. So we had to have our Hire-A-Hubby guy literally take a chainsaw to my bed base, SAW IT INTO LITTLE PIECES, and then put it all back together in my bedroom. But first, i had to remove literally A THOUSAND staples from the wadding, using a screwdriver and a pair of pliers. I just. Ugh. And then after all that he turned to me and he was like - why didn't you just buy a smaller bed? ><)
Furniture!!! In case you're curious about our level of logic when it comes to moving and organisation, we moved basically half our crap in, and then we stood and looked at it for a minute, and we were both like 'IKEAAAAAAA!!!'. Because buying new stuff when you haven't dealt with your old stuff is always a good idea ;)
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