Utter, utter nonsense. Would Lewis Carroll be proud?
...Why do I care? I think Lewis Carroll is an overrated idiot. His poetry annoys me.
Anyway...this is a totally random post. It's half-past midnight and I'm weirdly hyper and slap-happy, if that's possible.
Soooooooo...I haven't finished a fic in 5-6 months. Dear God. I need to do something. Either "Stiglitz in the TARDIS" or an A-Team/Whoniverse crossover with Face. Preferably with Face getting laid. By someone from the 51st century who is now stuck in the '80s. Mmmmm...Face in the '80s...
I have taken up running to help lose a few pounds before my cousin's wedding at the end of August. Hoo boy. It's actually going rather well, aside from a couple of blisters. I've already lost about 2 pounds. Now if only I can keep it off...
My mother's hip is absolutely killing her, so she's quite cranky. How many days until September 16? And shouldn't I be looking forward to the day before that---my 21st birthday---instead of the day my mother gets her hip replaced?
I do not want to go back to school towards the end of August. I don't want to grow up! Like a female Peter Pan.
I use this icon way too much.
I'll now leave you with a few wise words: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
Anyway...this is a totally random post. It's half-past midnight and I'm weirdly hyper and slap-happy, if that's possible.
Soooooooo...I haven't finished a fic in 5-6 months. Dear God. I need to do something. Either "Stiglitz in the TARDIS" or an A-Team/Whoniverse crossover with Face. Preferably with Face getting laid. By someone from the 51st century who is now stuck in the '80s. Mmmmm...Face in the '80s...
I have taken up running to help lose a few pounds before my cousin's wedding at the end of August. Hoo boy. It's actually going rather well, aside from a couple of blisters. I've already lost about 2 pounds. Now if only I can keep it off...
My mother's hip is absolutely killing her, so she's quite cranky. How many days until September 16? And shouldn't I be looking forward to the day before that---my 21st birthday---instead of the day my mother gets her hip replaced?
I do not want to go back to school towards the end of August. I don't want to grow up! Like a female Peter Pan.
I use this icon way too much.
I'll now leave you with a few wise words: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!