"I think I know you best when I sleep, I think I know everything"
I feel like the last several days have had a "hurry up and wait" feel. There is no reason for this. Just one of those things.
Today is the first day I feel like I'm actually not working for my boss anymore. Monday mornings I usually have to rush around and even then I was still (always) late to work, which is sad considering it was only 7.5 miles away. But today I am home, doing laundry and abusing Spotify/Tumblr/delicious. I've eaten, which is unusual (I've gotten into a terrible habit of forgetting/not bothering to eat when I'm home alone) but I already have this lame sense of ennui. I should write (McFassy hookerfic has stalled at ~1600 words) but the motivation totally escapes me.
I am no less obsessed with McFassy/Cherik than previous. In fact, I think it's worse. I spend most of my free time thinking about it, writing about it, reading about it, trading ridiculous pictures with invaderwitch about it. I've seen a total of 8 films starring either Fassy and/or McAvoy in the past couple weeks, and one partial (it was so bad I couldn't finish it). I'm so fucking excited/impatient for Shame and Filth (but mostly Shame) that it doesn't even bear mentioning.
True Blood was good. I'm peeved at Eric for yelling at Pam, Pam continues to be the best thing ever ("gash in a sundress" is the best line to be heard on television maybe in my whole life), Jessica is still too hot to live (ha, I made a dead joke), I still don't like Sookie, Andy seriously needs his own show (maybe with Terry), Bill still sucks (and is so short; have you guys noticed how laughably short he is?), Jesus and Lala are ♥. And I know probably none of you guys watch it, but Entourage was also really good this week. I can't believe it's almost over forever. I'm going to miss Ari.
I'm not going to talk about the football game (ASU at Virginia Tech) that happened this weekend. Go look up the score if you want to know why. I'm pretending it didn't happen, pretty much.
It won't stop raining and my dogs are moping. I think I'll bring them in the house and have them lay around me while I watch tv. That's a plan.
Today is the first day I feel like I'm actually not working for my boss anymore. Monday mornings I usually have to rush around and even then I was still (always) late to work, which is sad considering it was only 7.5 miles away. But today I am home, doing laundry and abusing Spotify/Tumblr/delicious. I've eaten, which is unusual (I've gotten into a terrible habit of forgetting/not bothering to eat when I'm home alone) but I already have this lame sense of ennui. I should write (McFassy hookerfic has stalled at ~1600 words) but the motivation totally escapes me.
I am no less obsessed with McFassy/Cherik than previous. In fact, I think it's worse. I spend most of my free time thinking about it, writing about it, reading about it, trading ridiculous pictures with invaderwitch about it. I've seen a total of 8 films starring either Fassy and/or McAvoy in the past couple weeks, and one partial (it was so bad I couldn't finish it). I'm so fucking excited/impatient for Shame and Filth (but mostly Shame) that it doesn't even bear mentioning.
True Blood was good. I'm peeved at Eric for yelling at Pam, Pam continues to be the best thing ever ("gash in a sundress" is the best line to be heard on television maybe in my whole life), Jessica is still too hot to live (ha, I made a dead joke), I still don't like Sookie, Andy seriously needs his own show (maybe with Terry), Bill still sucks (and is so short; have you guys noticed how laughably short he is?), Jesus and Lala are ♥. And I know probably none of you guys watch it, but Entourage was also really good this week. I can't believe it's almost over forever. I'm going to miss Ari.
I'm not going to talk about the football game (ASU at Virginia Tech) that happened this weekend. Go look up the score if you want to know why. I'm pretending it didn't happen, pretty much.
It won't stop raining and my dogs are moping. I think I'll bring them in the house and have them lay around me while I watch tv. That's a plan.