man, boring post is boring.
I have nothing vitally important to contribute, which is the first sign that i need to get out of the house more.
BUT BUT (my lazy ass cries) you were out of the house TWICE this morning!! Remember?
Yes, well. I'm attempting to send the clothes from my grandma's backpack to Alaska as per her instructions, which, and i quote, were "Find a box--" etc. OH, OKAY. Good thing i live in a country RIDDLED with boxes big enough to ship a backpack in. Hell, they do in fact grow on trees. (No they do not).
So whatever, the little co-op grocery store a good 10 minute walk away is A) also a post office!! EE! and B) theoretically has boxes! I say theoretically because i have been down there twice now and they keep telling me to come back in an hour. Fuck that noise. I've got to buy a MacKintosh tartan scarf for my grandpa to send too (husband of the OTHER grandma, bdw, who told mom of COURSE he'd like a scarf...after they were already back in Alaska. I TOLD MOM.)
Blah blah whine whine, cannot be buggered to get out of bed any more today so there. Tomorrow also i will drag Stella's ass back to town and get them to put Microsoft Word on her, because HONESTLY? HONESTLY. We have got to stop meeting like this.
P.S. SELF, STOP DINKING AROUND WITH PHOTOSHOP HOKAY? I know it's pretty and you are very proud of yourself, but WRITE, DAMN YOU. You have exactly 6 days to finish the M2 fic exchange and 21 to finish the j2_everafter . Which you now have a banner for, go you. A banner's pretty damn useless without a fc to go with it.
OKAY BUT LOOK AT IT (click to embiggen):
I do in fact realize that i have no real talent at drawing, and Jared's head is disproportionately massive and Jensen looks like a backstreet boy. But they are my bobbleheadded backstreet boys! I AM FINALLY GETTING EXCITED FOR THIS FIC! I know, about damn time. <3