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The Big Lug called from Richmond last night. Amongst other things, he said he was disappointed with the part of Hanna that hit that part of Virginia. Apparently everyone had him all fired up for a big storm and it turned out to be nothing more than a little rain. Hell, if he'd wanted rain he could've just stayed in Michigan. I can always tell when he's new in an area and starving for attention because he always ends up calling me at the randomnest hours for absolutely no reason. It's cute.
Dude, my computer just crashed while I was looking at adorable pictures of Michelle and Barack Obama. Obviously, their awesomeness was too much for it to handle.
It's also kind of funny because I wanted to go off on a whole rant about how I don't really believe in romantic love. I'm kind of misanthropic that way. I mean I do, but I don't and my issues are totally why I don't read romance novels any more, or enjoy romantic comedies. They tend to leave me feeling more lonely than not. And yet, when I see obvious OTPs like Michelle/Barack or Zoe/Wash or Mulder/Scully my insides do this whole melty thing. I'm kind of a ridiculous sap for the way people look at each other when they're in love. And yet, I still have Issues. Oh my brain, how so confounding?
And that is why you'll probably never see me writing ship fic of either the het or slash variety. Just so you know.
Shaun of the Dead is on Comedy Central right now. I just saw Shaun walk down the street with a cornetto and a diet coke from the corner shop. OMG, I want to go back to England so bad! Of all the things I could miss a cornetto and a diet coke from the corner shop are really very random.
Dude, my computer just crashed while I was looking at adorable pictures of Michelle and Barack Obama. Obviously, their awesomeness was too much for it to handle.
It's also kind of funny because I wanted to go off on a whole rant about how I don't really believe in romantic love. I'm kind of misanthropic that way. I mean I do, but I don't and my issues are totally why I don't read romance novels any more, or enjoy romantic comedies. They tend to leave me feeling more lonely than not. And yet, when I see obvious OTPs like Michelle/Barack or Zoe/Wash or Mulder/Scully my insides do this whole melty thing. I'm kind of a ridiculous sap for the way people look at each other when they're in love. And yet, I still have Issues. Oh my brain, how so confounding?
And that is why you'll probably never see me writing ship fic of either the het or slash variety. Just so you know.
Shaun of the Dead is on Comedy Central right now. I just saw Shaun walk down the street with a cornetto and a diet coke from the corner shop. OMG, I want to go back to England so bad! Of all the things I could miss a cornetto and a diet coke from the corner shop are really very random.