don't blame me for being me
A while back, merryish gave me a bunch of The Dresden Files episodes. I didn't watch them. I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, in retrospect, she should have just yelled "Terrence Mann!!!" at me as she handed me the disc. TERRENCE MANN. TERRENCE MANN IS THE MAN. That might have penetrated my foggy brain.
Yesterday, I wore my pajamas all day, pootled around the internets doing nothing in particular, and then accidentally watched six episodes of The Dresden Files. That sort of thing happens to me more than you'd expect.
So. ¿Dónde está el porn?
I mean, I'm going to watch the next six episodes before I read any fic (so long as I can acquire the last two, and I am not above knocking on merryish's door at 10pm tonight whining for a fix) but but but I really must know if there's porn now.
I'm rather predictable like that.
Yesterday, I wore my pajamas all day, pootled around the internets doing nothing in particular, and then accidentally watched six episodes of The Dresden Files. That sort of thing happens to me more than you'd expect.
So. ¿Dónde está el porn?
I mean, I'm going to watch the next six episodes before I read any fic (so long as I can acquire the last two, and I am not above knocking on merryish's door at 10pm tonight whining for a fix) but but but I really must know if there's porn now.
I'm rather predictable like that.