Random things...
The name on my birth certificate: Leila (Everyone got this. Good.:))
I think Ben Roethlisberger is: a jackass who thinks non-con nookie is good times. (Seriously, I hate this asshole. So much.)
The New England Patriots are: my religion, life, and soul. (I was surprised that not everyone got this right. lol. I post about the Pats enough.)
Tommy is: my cat. (I have never ever dated a guy named Tommy.)
Coca Cola is: my fondest addiction. (It really is.)
My least favourite NFL team is: Miami Dolphins (As much as all of the above was true--it was--I hate Miami the absolute most of all them.)
My second favourite NFL team is: (I shouldn't be surprised that no one realised I actually am pretty faithful with watching the Eagles. I do, though.)
My dream date: is really a nightmare. Ugh. Relationships. (Though, to be fair. I'm also really picky. I always conceptualise my relationship issues with an image of Loverman from SNL: That was good, baby. You should go.)
Hawaii Five-0. Kay. Still wanting it faithfully. I DO NOT WANT TO SHIP STEVE/DANNY. I don't. I feel stubbornly shoved in its direction. The show makes it hard to ignore the ship. So, I've decided I am okay with Steve wanting Danny. And Danny being way too good for his sorry ass. And Danny just ignores the longing in Steve's eyes because, like I said, he's way too good for that ass.
I'm finally feeling well enough to finish writing certain things. I've been writing the last few days. I'm still getting sick. Viral infections love to stick around. But it's not as constant as it was before. Meaning, I'm not puking up tea anymore. lol. Still, my ideas are firm and working and the words are in my head and the bouts of energy I get allow me to put them down to page. They'll be done on time, even if I have to bend space time to make sure it happens.
This whole being sick off and on for the last four months makes me really desperately hope my mum follows through on getting me a Kindle. I want to read fanfic in bed. So much.