So I fell asleep sitting up on my chaise a few hours ago.

Long story short, motherfucking OW. My neck. I really can't fucking wait to go work a double in three hours. I hate life.

Why, when I'm enjoying a fun Star Trek ditty, does the author feel the need to completely ruin it for me by writing in Chekov's accent? Not only that, but wrong ( Read more... )

There might be something wrong with me, but I want the fic where Steve comes home one night to his sister "getting back at him" for the whole loud sex with Catherine thing by having her own extremely loud sex... only with Danny.

( Oh, look. I fake-wrote a story! )

So, I get invited to a WEEDS marathon.

...not even ten minutes into it, everyone is frowny faced and grounchy mcgee. My RL friends blow donkey kong. Why can't I live on the internet and just hang with you guys all day?

OH MY FUCKING CHRIST, SELF. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

It seriously takes me almost two weeks to realize that my license has expired. Faaaaail. I fail so hard.

SERIOUSLY. ALL OF YOU.

PLEASE STOP BEING AWESOME FOR, LIKE, ONE HOUR.

I NEED TO ACTUALLY TURN MY COMPUTER OFF SO I CAN GET SHIT DONE.

ALL OF YOU AWESOME PEEPS. STOP BEING AWESOME. I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE.

THAT IS ALL.

LOVE,
ME

OH MY GOD THIS IS NOT WORKING FOR ME.

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WTF IS WRONG WITH ME. I LOVE GAY PORN. I'VE WRITTEN/WATCHED/NEARLY DIRECTED GAY PORN.

SO WHY AM I HAVING SUCH A HARD TIME WRITING A SCENE WHEREIN A GIRL WATCHES GAY PORN.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH ANNOYING.

Oh, and by the way, if anyone reading this wants to try to talk me down from ( Read more... )