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Yesterday we had a massive freak thunderstorm which knocked the power out in places all over the city. There were tree limbs down on cars; there was a whole fucking tree down on a house down the street. I don't really deal well with extreme rain, so once our power went out I pretty much huddled on the couch with the soaking wet and terrified labradoodle and waited for either the wind and rain to stop or the roof to cave in, whichever came first. Everything is fine here, though, except that there was a leak in the basement and now the downstairs living room smells like mildew. I am impressed that the power all over the city came back on within 24 hours. Apparently this is normal! Who knew? In New Orleans it would have been three days MINIMUM for that kind of power outage. HOWEVER, in New Orleans you don't have to go to the special state-run liquor store to purchase rum because you can buy it at Wal-Mart so. Trade-off, I guess.
So, I'm probably skipping Panic's fall tour. In exchange for letting myself do ridiculous fandom shit all summer, I decided I wasn't going to any shows in the fall unless the band came *to* the city I was living in at a time that was convenient for me. As hilarious as I'm sure Panic would be on Halloween, that is NOT a convenient time. Sorry boys! I still love you. The problem with this plan may be the Cobra tour because if they do not add a DC date, it is going to be very, very difficult to hold myself to my no-travel for bandom shows rule. (COBRA, I NEED YOU). But I have to try to be strong.
I'm boring because I have spent ALL DAY going through my shit that I put in storage in my parents basement. It's going well! But NO ONE needs that many books. Just like no one needs to own as many dvds as I own. How many you ask? Answer: ALL OF TELEVISION. This is an exaggeration! Although not by much. I kind of want to get rid of EVERYTHING because the idea of moving it all again is enough to give me a panic attack, but getting rid of books is hard. I'LL WANT THEM SOMEDAY.
Threesome fic is at 20,000 words and half of them suck. Hold me.
Ugh, I'm going back to shoveling out the basement, because my circadian rhythms are all out of whack and I'm gonna be up until 3 am anyway. I feel boring. Tell me something interesting, fandom.
So, I'm probably skipping Panic's fall tour. In exchange for letting myself do ridiculous fandom shit all summer, I decided I wasn't going to any shows in the fall unless the band came *to* the city I was living in at a time that was convenient for me. As hilarious as I'm sure Panic would be on Halloween, that is NOT a convenient time. Sorry boys! I still love you. The problem with this plan may be the Cobra tour because if they do not add a DC date, it is going to be very, very difficult to hold myself to my no-travel for bandom shows rule. (COBRA, I NEED YOU). But I have to try to be strong.
I'm boring because I have spent ALL DAY going through my shit that I put in storage in my parents basement. It's going well! But NO ONE needs that many books. Just like no one needs to own as many dvds as I own. How many you ask? Answer: ALL OF TELEVISION. This is an exaggeration! Although not by much. I kind of want to get rid of EVERYTHING because the idea of moving it all again is enough to give me a panic attack, but getting rid of books is hard. I'LL WANT THEM SOMEDAY.
Threesome fic is at 20,000 words and half of them suck. Hold me.
Ugh, I'm going back to shoveling out the basement, because my circadian rhythms are all out of whack and I'm gonna be up until 3 am anyway. I feel boring. Tell me something interesting, fandom.