I Will Regret This Post In The Morning
I'm a bit sleepy now. And sore from super-snow-removal-of-doom. Seriously. I had to shuffle-board the snow off with a push broom. While listening to metal. I am so hardcore. Yep.
But I DID get to lay in the snow and look at the sky and listen to classical music. Yep. That's what I do. It was pretty damn comfy, too. Like a memory foam mattress (not that I would know firsthand) but...colder. And I like cold.
Work tomorrow. And Friday. Then more shenanigans with thebuttonontop for part of the weekend and a "party" (more like an intellectual gathering, but whatever) on Saturday and OFF on Monday (I haven't had a full week of work since Thanksgiving weekend. Oops?).
This is a random post.
My mom today told me that I should write a story about Torchwood getting snowed in. Or make a video. My mom needs to stop encouraging me. She also JUST called to ask if I was playing organ music. I'm not. She says she hears it all the time when I'm home. Apparently I'm being followed by the Phantom of the Opera (who must be the one who opens the elevator at work for me - shit freaks me out real bad).
So I had this thought today (by which I mean 5 minutes ago), and you're all going to laugh at me, but I was thinking..."DUDE" (because this is apparently how I address myself?) "what if these people about whom I write READ THIS SHIT?"
And then I momentarily wanted to delete everything ever. But don't worry. I didn't. Because then I was like, "They don't know who I am. Pshaw."
And THEN I realized that it wouldn't be too hard to figure out. Especially because I'm an idiot and posted pics from Chicago Tardis. Hi, yeah, I'm the girl with the other girl with the pterodactyl. I'm the one who demands poetry. Although, the demanding of poetry is going to be a new thing of mine, I think. The Poetry Bandit. Stealing your poems. Dun dun duuuuun.
AND THEN I just gave up the whole thinking process. But I did decide that if when if I become a famous actress (HA!) I am so reading fan fiction. You've heard it here first, people. And I will comment. ALL THE TIME.
But if you are reading, oh famous people who play the characters about whom I write, please know that I am a perfectly normal individual, I SWEAR. And I'm not drinking now. Noooo. Not at all. And please don't hate me?
Oh. Getting up for work in four hours. Bed should probably happen soon. Good night, my loves.
But I DID get to lay in the snow and look at the sky and listen to classical music. Yep. That's what I do. It was pretty damn comfy, too. Like a memory foam mattress (not that I would know firsthand) but...colder. And I like cold.
Work tomorrow. And Friday. Then more shenanigans with thebuttonontop for part of the weekend and a "party" (more like an intellectual gathering, but whatever) on Saturday and OFF on Monday (I haven't had a full week of work since Thanksgiving weekend. Oops?).
This is a random post.
My mom today told me that I should write a story about Torchwood getting snowed in. Or make a video. My mom needs to stop encouraging me. She also JUST called to ask if I was playing organ music. I'm not. She says she hears it all the time when I'm home. Apparently I'm being followed by the Phantom of the Opera (who must be the one who opens the elevator at work for me - shit freaks me out real bad).
So I had this thought today (by which I mean 5 minutes ago), and you're all going to laugh at me, but I was thinking..."DUDE" (because this is apparently how I address myself?) "what if these people about whom I write READ THIS SHIT?"
And then I momentarily wanted to delete everything ever. But don't worry. I didn't. Because then I was like, "They don't know who I am. Pshaw."
And THEN I realized that it wouldn't be too hard to figure out. Especially because I'm an idiot and posted pics from Chicago Tardis. Hi, yeah, I'm the girl with the other girl with the pterodactyl. I'm the one who demands poetry. Although, the demanding of poetry is going to be a new thing of mine, I think. The Poetry Bandit. Stealing your poems. Dun dun duuuuun.
AND THEN I just gave up the whole thinking process. But I did decide that if when if I become a famous actress (HA!) I am so reading fan fiction. You've heard it here first, people. And I will comment. ALL THE TIME.
But if you are reading, oh famous people who play the characters about whom I write, please know that I am a perfectly normal individual, I SWEAR. And I'm not drinking now. Noooo. Not at all. And please don't hate me?
Oh. Getting up for work in four hours. Bed should probably happen soon. Good night, my loves.