Ray would make fun of me for listening to The Cure, but fuck Ray.
I'm feeling sad and lonely and depressed so I'm listening to Disintegration by The Cure, probably one of the most heartbreakingly melancholy albums in human history. I don't understand the way my brain works, sometimes.
Here's something to cheer me up! You know the game Scissors, Paper, Rock? I have discovered that you can also play Brad, Ray, Nate. Check it - Brad always tops Ray, through some unspoken rule of the universe (except in, like, one fic ever). Nate seems to top Brad about 70% of the time in the Brad/Nate I've read (which, contrary to public opinion, is an approx metric fuckload). And Ray? Apparently tops Nate, because he has to top fucking someone, ok, and the new breed of Ray/Nate shippers have decided that that's the way it's gonna go. SO. Brad, Ray, Nate! Fun for the whole family. (not the same as Brad/Ray/Nate, by the way. In that scenario, they BOTH top Ray, and it is GLORIOUS).
Of course, Walt doesn't get to top anyone, ever, unless sharksdontsleep is writing him, in which case he's probably wearing lipstick and it doesn't count.
(Oh, god, this album is so fucking depressing. I actually like Wish a whole lot better, and even The Head on the Door [which I used to have on vinyl, but which has been lost to the mists of time], but sometimes you just need to listen to Disintegration and burst into tears during 'Pictures of You', just because. Am I right? Because sometimes Robert Smith dresses up like a bear and dances around like an idiot, and sometimes he reaches into your chest, tears your heart out, and weeps bitter, bitter tears that burn like acid on your still beating flesh.)
Today at work I almost went ballistic on some douche who came up to me and made inappropriately personal comments about my tattoos and how they should be scrubbed off my skin. I almost hit him. And then I had to be by myself and almost cry for a little while. I hate everything in the world except Generation Kill, fandom, and Indiana Jones. Ok, and John Mclane too, he gets a pass.
FINE, I don't hate my football team either, but only because we won our last match by 47 points. But that is IT. EVERYTHING ELSE can go.
Please, PLEASE, for the love of biscuits, come in here and tell me happy things to cheer me up. PLEASE. You wanna see me beg like Ray when Brad spanks his ass? I CAN DO THAT.
I am writing, and I have tomorrow off, and I'm going to do that Brad/Nate X-Files prompt that sgrio left me (HMMMMMMMMM). It has Brad and Ray as Scully and Mulder, and Nate as Skinner, and for some reason Jo from Supernatural is Ray's girlfriend and Walt is a cute techie boy they both want to fuck. It's gonna be ACE. Also, I filled a prompt for thebunnyknows , Generation Kill + Brad/Ray + The Fast and the Furious. See, you thought I'd forgotten about those! I've just been biding my time. (Just filled another one, for penguinparity - GK + Ray/Walt + The Full Monty)
(FUCK, on an album of depressing songs, surely 'Prayers for Rain' is the MOST depressing, fuuuuuuck, just KILL ME NOW, BOB).
I'm going to go before I actually slit my wrists all over this entry. CHEER ME UP. I need your good thoughts and also, porn.
PORN.
--Beck
Here's something to cheer me up! You know the game Scissors, Paper, Rock? I have discovered that you can also play Brad, Ray, Nate. Check it - Brad always tops Ray, through some unspoken rule of the universe (except in, like, one fic ever). Nate seems to top Brad about 70% of the time in the Brad/Nate I've read (which, contrary to public opinion, is an approx metric fuckload). And Ray? Apparently tops Nate, because he has to top fucking someone, ok, and the new breed of Ray/Nate shippers have decided that that's the way it's gonna go. SO. Brad, Ray, Nate! Fun for the whole family. (not the same as Brad/Ray/Nate, by the way. In that scenario, they BOTH top Ray, and it is GLORIOUS).
Of course, Walt doesn't get to top anyone, ever, unless sharksdontsleep is writing him, in which case he's probably wearing lipstick and it doesn't count.
(Oh, god, this album is so fucking depressing. I actually like Wish a whole lot better, and even The Head on the Door [which I used to have on vinyl, but which has been lost to the mists of time], but sometimes you just need to listen to Disintegration and burst into tears during 'Pictures of You', just because. Am I right? Because sometimes Robert Smith dresses up like a bear and dances around like an idiot, and sometimes he reaches into your chest, tears your heart out, and weeps bitter, bitter tears that burn like acid on your still beating flesh.)
Today at work I almost went ballistic on some douche who came up to me and made inappropriately personal comments about my tattoos and how they should be scrubbed off my skin. I almost hit him. And then I had to be by myself and almost cry for a little while. I hate everything in the world except Generation Kill, fandom, and Indiana Jones. Ok, and John Mclane too, he gets a pass.
FINE, I don't hate my football team either, but only because we won our last match by 47 points. But that is IT. EVERYTHING ELSE can go.
Please, PLEASE, for the love of biscuits, come in here and tell me happy things to cheer me up. PLEASE. You wanna see me beg like Ray when Brad spanks his ass? I CAN DO THAT.
I am writing, and I have tomorrow off, and I'm going to do that Brad/Nate X-Files prompt that sgrio left me (HMMMMMMMMM). It has Brad and Ray as Scully and Mulder, and Nate as Skinner, and for some reason Jo from Supernatural is Ray's girlfriend and Walt is a cute techie boy they both want to fuck. It's gonna be ACE. Also, I filled a prompt for thebunnyknows , Generation Kill + Brad/Ray + The Fast and the Furious. See, you thought I'd forgotten about those! I've just been biding my time. (Just filled another one, for penguinparity - GK + Ray/Walt + The Full Monty)
(FUCK, on an album of depressing songs, surely 'Prayers for Rain' is the MOST depressing, fuuuuuuck, just KILL ME NOW, BOB).
I'm going to go before I actually slit my wrists all over this entry. CHEER ME UP. I need your good thoughts and also, porn.
PORN.
--Beck