Random thought round-up does not use the zed-word.
It is weirdly fun hanging out on a message board where everyone assumes I'm a dude (it's a fantasy football board), even if I'm forced to wonder at their intelligence a little, as my handle there is a feminine derivative of my actual name. It's even more fun to get into arguments with really stupid people. About Brett Favre, who brings out a little of the stupid in everyone.
Just got back from seeing Zombieland with some school people. Great movie, surprisingly terrifying. Apparently one of my companions has been convinced for years that there really needed to be a zombie movie set in an amusement park, and he smugged all the way home about how kickass it was. We also all decided that some zombie movie needs a group of nerds with the perfect hideout and fortifications, and no idea how to reload their guns, because it would totally happen. Dude, we know. (Yes, yes I did bring the Zombie Survival Handbook with me to college, even though I'm too scared to actually finish reading it. Yes, I know I will be eaten first, for I am fat and guns make me nervous.)
Here is a line from fic that will never exist, even though it would be kind of awesome:
If Billy were keeping a list of thoughts that had no business crossing his mind at any point ever, the only thing ranking higher than, 'Man, do I miss playing under Jeff Fisher,' would have to be, 'Rivers is cute when he's sleeping.'
I am getting new boots next week! My current pair are two years old, have no remaining heel to speak of, the soles are coming off, and one tongue is missing. These are the new pair, a little fancier than the old ones, but still appear to be sufficiently practical. Those of you who know me IRL know exactly how I get about my boots.
Tomorrow is homecoming and I swear, anyone even thinks about harassing me this week gets purse to the face, no questions asked. For the record, my purse is a Soviet gas mask bag and weighs a solid ten pounds on a light day. Do not fuck with me, drunken frat douches.
Just got back from seeing Zombieland with some school people. Great movie, surprisingly terrifying. Apparently one of my companions has been convinced for years that there really needed to be a zombie movie set in an amusement park, and he smugged all the way home about how kickass it was. We also all decided that some zombie movie needs a group of nerds with the perfect hideout and fortifications, and no idea how to reload their guns, because it would totally happen. Dude, we know. (Yes, yes I did bring the Zombie Survival Handbook with me to college, even though I'm too scared to actually finish reading it. Yes, I know I will be eaten first, for I am fat and guns make me nervous.)
Here is a line from fic that will never exist, even though it would be kind of awesome:
If Billy were keeping a list of thoughts that had no business crossing his mind at any point ever, the only thing ranking higher than, 'Man, do I miss playing under Jeff Fisher,' would have to be, 'Rivers is cute when he's sleeping.'
I am getting new boots next week! My current pair are two years old, have no remaining heel to speak of, the soles are coming off, and one tongue is missing. These are the new pair, a little fancier than the old ones, but still appear to be sufficiently practical. Those of you who know me IRL know exactly how I get about my boots.
Tomorrow is homecoming and I swear, anyone even thinks about harassing me this week gets purse to the face, no questions asked. For the record, my purse is a Soviet gas mask bag and weighs a solid ten pounds on a light day. Do not fuck with me, drunken frat douches.