-Danny Mahealani exists in TW and marguerite_26 recced some lovely Danny/Stiles fics, which prompted me to go on a Danny/Stiles bender last night and therefore find Buoyancy by ethrosdemonforreal which made me grin like a little kid for hours, because Danny. He is scripted in this fic as the easy-going, roll-with-punches, level-headed, genius and sweetheart I ( Read more... )

I was reading a fic recently that had an aside when the main character was baffled as to why people went to the emergency room with "minor" complaints. It's not the first time I've heard this complaint, and I wince every time that I do, so I figured I could maybe offer some perspective as a former Abuser of the Medical System (tm).

( On being on your own, broke and sick. )

It's been awhile. I'm debating making that the title of this journal ( Read more... )

Fun Fact: Machining cast iron smells exactly like the dudes who used to come into the liquor store where I worked at 10am to buy malt liquor.

I just caught myself trying to navigate between screens on my work PC by swiping the monitor and realized that I can no longer make fun of my cat for scratching at the wall after he's used the litter box

D=

Short story: muscle relaxant + sleeping pill = best night's sleep of my life

( Longer story, not overly entertaining, of how this came to be. )

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Monday, you are Dead To Me.

Sweet merciful ever loving fuck, can somebody please save me from this? Send kitten macros, porn recs, or a giant fucking stick? HALP.

8 days to San Fran.

I can do this.

It's FRIDAY~!

I found my desk yesterday! It's brown! I thought it might be, but it's been months since the last time I saw it, so I was happy to see it hadn't really changed.

I have NOTHING that I NEED to do this weekend, which means I get to do things I want to do - like write fisting fic for hoosierbitch and figure out what the hell I'm doing with poor wee ( Read more... )

When I was seven, I had a pet rabbit. His name was Twitch Tibbar, because I was insufferably precious as a child. He was a huge, fat, furry thing. He lived in our backyard, in a rabbit coop my mother had built ( Read more... )