Life update
I attempt to be social - On Sunday I went to the stitch and bitch at 
synecdochic's house that
melannen has been trying to drag me to for some time. I sat around all morning hemming and hawing, which typically means I want to go and am just being lazy/socially avoiding. So I went. Mostly I just sat in the corner with my laptop, but half the other people had laptops too, so hopefully they didn't think me too socially defective. I am actually quite shy, although you may have a hard time believing this if you haven't seen me interacting with groups of people I don't know.
Handguns are awesome - Went to the shooting range on Saturday. We were there almost two hours, and it was great, even though I shot through a target carrier cable and pissed off the range people, which was kind of humiliating. Just a dumbfuck thing to do. I CAN'T HELP IT IF I'M TOO BLIND TO SEE THE HOLES IN THE TARGET YOU GUYS. I didn't realize I was taking headshots! This is why I hate the fucking Glock 40! I would make a lousy ass police officer. But!! I got to fire the .357 Magnum again, which is my favoritest fucking gun you guys. I literally laughed with delight watching people fire it, and I was grinning when I fired it. I probably would have looked like a fucking lunatic in any other context. The thing is a beast, but it's much easier to handle than a .40 or .45. I also got to fire a Makarov, which is essentially identical to the Walther ppx (James Bond's gun!) and that was a lot of fun too.
Know what else is awesome? Bach - We've already talked about my eternal love for the Double Violin Concerto. I'm also very fond of the third movement of his Violin Concerto in A Minor.
Whatever, work - I won a trial last week. Then I lost two. WHATEVER. The one I won was far more important to me than the ones I lost. I just haven't been very interested in work lately to be honest. I'd rather stay home and write fic all day, but no one's paying me for that, regrettably.
Did I mention? - The author of that fantastically fantastic Highlander/Sherlock au I recced a couple weeks ago turned out to be coloredink. Who also turned out to be the author of Honeybees come build in the empty house of the stare, which I ALSO recced last week. Coloredink, please continue writing kinkmeme fills forever. You are awesome.
My God my dreams are weird - So I guess I had a series of dreams last night where I was having sex? With women? IDEK. When it comes to exploring sexual interests that I don't actually have, that's much better than the dreams where I have sex with someone I know in real life. And INFINITELY BETTER than the dreams where I have sex with a relative. Please tell me I'm not the only one whose brain pulls this shit on a semi-regular basis. I mean, it's not like I'm repressed, here. I definitely have an active fantasy life when I'm awake, I don't need my fucking brain whipping up these emotionally scarring scenarios that I have no control over. In conclusion, I hate my brain and it hates me.
On a related note - Do I really need to dream about work EVERY NIGHT? Isn't it bad enough that I have to be there every day? Do I really have to be there all night? Late for court? With no pants on? Fuck you, brain!
Was I going to mention something else? Probably. Who knows. I'm going to bed with my laptop and my orange soda.
synecdochic's house that
melannen has been trying to drag me to for some time. I sat around all morning hemming and hawing, which typically means I want to go and am just being lazy/socially avoiding. So I went. Mostly I just sat in the corner with my laptop, but half the other people had laptops too, so hopefully they didn't think me too socially defective. I am actually quite shy, although you may have a hard time believing this if you haven't seen me interacting with groups of people I don't know.
Handguns are awesome - Went to the shooting range on Saturday. We were there almost two hours, and it was great, even though I shot through a target carrier cable and pissed off the range people, which was kind of humiliating. Just a dumbfuck thing to do. I CAN'T HELP IT IF I'M TOO BLIND TO SEE THE HOLES IN THE TARGET YOU GUYS. I didn't realize I was taking headshots! This is why I hate the fucking Glock 40! I would make a lousy ass police officer. But!! I got to fire the .357 Magnum again, which is my favoritest fucking gun you guys. I literally laughed with delight watching people fire it, and I was grinning when I fired it. I probably would have looked like a fucking lunatic in any other context. The thing is a beast, but it's much easier to handle than a .40 or .45. I also got to fire a Makarov, which is essentially identical to the Walther ppx (James Bond's gun!) and that was a lot of fun too.
Know what else is awesome? Bach - We've already talked about my eternal love for the Double Violin Concerto. I'm also very fond of the third movement of his Violin Concerto in A Minor.
Whatever, work - I won a trial last week. Then I lost two. WHATEVER. The one I won was far more important to me than the ones I lost. I just haven't been very interested in work lately to be honest. I'd rather stay home and write fic all day, but no one's paying me for that, regrettably.
Did I mention? - The author of that fantastically fantastic Highlander/Sherlock au I recced a couple weeks ago turned out to be coloredink. Who also turned out to be the author of Honeybees come build in the empty house of the stare, which I ALSO recced last week. Coloredink, please continue writing kinkmeme fills forever. You are awesome.
My God my dreams are weird - So I guess I had a series of dreams last night where I was having sex? With women? IDEK. When it comes to exploring sexual interests that I don't actually have, that's much better than the dreams where I have sex with someone I know in real life. And INFINITELY BETTER than the dreams where I have sex with a relative. Please tell me I'm not the only one whose brain pulls this shit on a semi-regular basis. I mean, it's not like I'm repressed, here. I definitely have an active fantasy life when I'm awake, I don't need my fucking brain whipping up these emotionally scarring scenarios that I have no control over. In conclusion, I hate my brain and it hates me.
On a related note - Do I really need to dream about work EVERY NIGHT? Isn't it bad enough that I have to be there every day? Do I really have to be there all night? Late for court? With no pants on? Fuck you, brain!
Was I going to mention something else? Probably. Who knows. I'm going to bed with my laptop and my orange soda.