[meet me in the parking lot]
1. I will not be watching football this Sunday for, like, the first time in fucking ages. Which. When did I start enjoying football, people? I actually contemplated taping the games for a moment there, just in case something crazy/noteworthy happens and I decide I want to watch them on Monday. Sanity shall prevail, though, and I will just check the scores on my phone. Yes.
2. Cobras! Sunday! Fangirls! Cobras! Sunday! Cobras!
3. Ookiku Furikabutte. Um. I sort of kind of watched the first three eps of the anime the other night, and, see, it's about high school baseball. There is a pitcher and a catcher, and they have to work together, okay? It's just. It hits all of my battery kinks, you know, with the building trust and the depending on each other and all that fun stuff. (Pitchers and catchers in less than a month! Eee!)
4. TORCHWOOD. Just. God. It's totally the worst show I've ever loved; the writing's never great, the plots are typically more hole than anything else, and yet. And yet. It's complete and utter fan-service at its cracked-out, boy-kissing, best, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I mean, I spent the entire episode just clutching my heart and filled with so much glee I thought I was going to burst.
5. Related to #4, Cobras-as-Torchwood: Y/Y?
6. I think I am coming down with some sort of cold-shaped illness. I really hope that it won't be one of those knock-me-on-my-ass things, as I think I will cry if I am too unable to get out of bed for Cobras. I mean, I went to Josh Ritter when I was woozy-dizzy sick, but there are seats at the Somerville and I spent the entire concert as "that lame-ass girl who wouldn't stand up." Dear Body, STOP PISSING ME OFF. Love, me.
2. Cobras! Sunday! Fangirls! Cobras! Sunday! Cobras!
3. Ookiku Furikabutte. Um. I sort of kind of watched the first three eps of the anime the other night, and, see, it's about high school baseball. There is a pitcher and a catcher, and they have to work together, okay? It's just. It hits all of my battery kinks, you know, with the building trust and the depending on each other and all that fun stuff. (Pitchers and catchers in less than a month! Eee!)
4. TORCHWOOD. Just. God. It's totally the worst show I've ever loved; the writing's never great, the plots are typically more hole than anything else, and yet. And yet. It's complete and utter fan-service at its cracked-out, boy-kissing, best, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I mean, I spent the entire episode just clutching my heart and filled with so much glee I thought I was going to burst.
5. Related to #4, Cobras-as-Torchwood: Y/Y?
6. I think I am coming down with some sort of cold-shaped illness. I really hope that it won't be one of those knock-me-on-my-ass things, as I think I will cry if I am too unable to get out of bed for Cobras. I mean, I went to Josh Ritter when I was woozy-dizzy sick, but there are seats at the Somerville and I spent the entire concert as "that lame-ass girl who wouldn't stand up." Dear Body, STOP PISSING ME OFF. Love, me.