¿you want to hear la bamba?
Okay, found slightly cheaper internet, and enough time to skim the flist. Already skip=80 and I´m nowhere near finished...seriously, internet, I didn´t exactly expect the world to stop turning when I hiatused, but you went and passed the Marriage Equality Act in NY without me? *pouts* ....No, not gonna lie, I have a huge stupid grin on my face and I don´t see it going anywhere soon. :DDDDD
In other news, I wish I was as rich as Mexico thinks I am. Or that Mexico thought I was a little more poor, I could live with that. I say this as a person who was offered a big, beautiful, purple, legit leather Coach purse today for $100 US. I wanted it, oh my god, I wanted it. But they wanted cash and surprisingly enough I don´t carry 1200 pesos on me when I´m shopping. (You also don´t have a hundred bucks to blow on a purse, klu, priorities.)
Instead I bought two stupid mini sombreros from a guy on the street for $4. And it was good.
Today was a bus tour of the city of Mazatlan with a quiet family from New Jersey (I know, I was eyebrowing too). We passed a movie theater that apparently shows movies in English with Spanish subttitles and aksjdfsa X MEN I HAVE NOT SEEN IT, YOU´RE ALL WRITING FIC I CAN´T READ AND DO WANT DO WANT. I´ve already started an email to myself with links to fic that needs reading the instant the credits roll on the movie, no lie. But *groany sigh* we´re in Mexico to experience Mexico, not hot men angstily eyefucking each other. I guess.
Other things you have done while I´ve been gone (abridged): 1) written so much fic in all fandoms that I keep staring at the email to myself like an iguana stares at a redheaded gringo who almost steps on it, 2) released pictures of Martin Freeman in hobbit regalia, my precious, 3) fallen into bandom (*iguana staaaaare* and yes, it´s more than just one of you), 4) swooned over Bradley and Colin and Alex O´Loff and Scotty Caan being ridiculous, as you should.
Things I have done while I´ve been gone (abridged): 1) Watched ten minutes of some movie where Detective Inspector Lestrade wore very very short swim trunks, made out with Mrs. Weasely, and stabbed her to death with an axe. In Spanish. 2) Got a full body massage from a 6´4¨ masseuse named Manuel. 3) Rode a horse that insisted on trotting in front of all the other horses, which was awesome when the directions were being shouted to me in español. 4) Drank *mumble* amounts of Piña Coladas and ran along the beach barefoot collecting every single shell I could find, shrieking when the waves swept up over my ankles.
Hmmmmmm, but internet. I missed you. *smooshes* Back to flist skimming until dinner, and more piña coladas. ^_____^
In other news, I wish I was as rich as Mexico thinks I am. Or that Mexico thought I was a little more poor, I could live with that. I say this as a person who was offered a big, beautiful, purple, legit leather Coach purse today for $100 US. I wanted it, oh my god, I wanted it. But they wanted cash and surprisingly enough I don´t carry 1200 pesos on me when I´m shopping. (You also don´t have a hundred bucks to blow on a purse, klu, priorities.)
Instead I bought two stupid mini sombreros from a guy on the street for $4. And it was good.
Today was a bus tour of the city of Mazatlan with a quiet family from New Jersey (I know, I was eyebrowing too). We passed a movie theater that apparently shows movies in English with Spanish subttitles and aksjdfsa X MEN I HAVE NOT SEEN IT, YOU´RE ALL WRITING FIC I CAN´T READ AND DO WANT DO WANT. I´ve already started an email to myself with links to fic that needs reading the instant the credits roll on the movie, no lie. But *groany sigh* we´re in Mexico to experience Mexico, not hot men angstily eyefucking each other. I guess.
Other things you have done while I´ve been gone (abridged): 1) written so much fic in all fandoms that I keep staring at the email to myself like an iguana stares at a redheaded gringo who almost steps on it, 2) released pictures of Martin Freeman in hobbit regalia, my precious, 3) fallen into bandom (*iguana staaaaare* and yes, it´s more than just one of you), 4) swooned over Bradley and Colin and Alex O´Loff and Scotty Caan being ridiculous, as you should.
Things I have done while I´ve been gone (abridged): 1) Watched ten minutes of some movie where Detective Inspector Lestrade wore very very short swim trunks, made out with Mrs. Weasely, and stabbed her to death with an axe. In Spanish. 2) Got a full body massage from a 6´4¨ masseuse named Manuel. 3) Rode a horse that insisted on trotting in front of all the other horses, which was awesome when the directions were being shouted to me in español. 4) Drank *mumble* amounts of Piña Coladas and ran along the beach barefoot collecting every single shell I could find, shrieking when the waves swept up over my ankles.
Hmmmmmm, but internet. I missed you. *smooshes* Back to flist skimming until dinner, and more piña coladas. ^_____^