just one of those days when your brains are made of mashed potatoes and nitroglycerin
Splitting headache. Have feeling that it's my fault, somehow, even though last night's drinking was a grand total of one (1) hard cider and one (1) mike's hard limeaid. Not impressed, self. Woke up at seven thirty after sleeping rough all night, then stayed in bed reading super long sub-par fic until 11:45 because did not want to move.
Watched SPN ( Read more... )
http://starlit-cities.livejournal.com/29439.html#cutid1
Oh! And ever since I commented when you were writing that paper for school I had this thought that would not go away.
What if Danny was learning pidgin and he was keeping it a secret because he just wants to be able to understand what the hell everyone else is saying and there was this class being taught at the University and it was an impulse thing. And he totally blames Steven because he always used to have control of his impulses. And now, now he's in the class and he refuses to back out so on Tuesday and Thursday nights he makes up some excuse to leave early and spends two hours sitting in a room with kids half his age learning the language of the island he hates!
And seriously what was he thinking. This is Steve's fault. He knows it. Because if he kept his goddamned mouth shut in the bedroom and spoke English like normal people then Danny wouldn't have felt the need. Now here he is on a freaking Sunday writing a fucking paper. An honest to god paper on the origin of pidgin and how Hawaiian is very nearly a dead language. He hates Steve. He really does.
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LOL That sounds amazing! Wriiiiite eeeeeeet *pokes you*
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....fine...but only because you asked. And only ONLY if you read it over first. Like for reals because you are the GODDESS of Danny/Steve and I am so far below your super powers.
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