Hey, let's take the package that raw meat came in, and instead of walking a foot to the trash can, let's leave it on top of the washing machine so raw meat juice can get on the washing machine and maybe get into everyone's clothes ( Read more... )

When I do the dishes, I do everybody's dishes. I don't just wash mine off and leave Angie and Aaron's dishes in the sink to get dirtier and dirtier as I just continually clean mine off, getting my food on their dishes. If I'm putting dishes in the dishwasher, I put everybody's dishes away, and if I don't know where they go, I leave them out so ( Read more... )

Uh-oh.

Also? Fire drill at midnight, after I had exactly one hour of sleep.

Also? Just got into a fight with the new roomie that ended with "you got god on your side 'cause I would have whupped your ass. I'm telling the RA about you." (from her, obvs)

Also? How I Met Your Mother fic makes me beyond happy, but when it's The Office cross-over, it's ( Read more... )

Mohinder! What did you do? But....but...it's NOAH! YOU CAN'T KILL NOAH!!!  It's HRG!!! WHAT THE HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!!

ETA: That's what I thought, motherfuckers. You can't kill Horn-Rimmed Fuckin' Glasses. (PS: The "Holy--" cut-off was awesome symmetry.)

In other news, I can't get into my room. And I've been up for 13 hours but I only had 2 hours of sleep ( Read more... )

1. MIKE DOESN'T HATE THE BOYS!! Actual quote: "I have a very high regard for the fellows. Always have." --Mike Nesmith, '90s sometime. Awwwww.
2. Don has agreed to attend "Micky's Monkees Christmas" with me on Saturday the 24th. I am going to bring the one Monkees book and I have, and maybe the CD, and I'm going to see if my mom has anything in the ( Read more... )

Strangely enough, both of the stories I've written tonight have had incredibly physical action sequences.

Additional Reporting By: included Dave sprinting up five flights of stairs and collapsing on the floor, and the random Close-universe story I'm writing right now includes Rory sprinting up the stairs and Jess tackling her onto the bed. Hmm. ( Read more... )

So, here is what has been bothering me lately. Sort of.

I'm afraid I have some mental problem. No, seriously. I've always sort of had these OCD type tendencies--I have to park in a straight line every time--but lately they've gotten worse. I'm doing this thing with my hands, all the time, counting my fingers with my thumb. I count to four over and ( Read more... )