My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.
Nah the subject line has nothing to do with this post. I'm just putting into effect my new resolution of using poetry lines to break up the usual long line of "thoughts" "things" and "stuff" that make up my usual subject lines. Only it isn't poetry, just a quote.
I updated my mini spn_masquerade recs list so that they link back to the journals of people who claimed them, and in all cases it provided me with a chance to reread them. So many good things! I'm glad that I still have some things saved to read for my next bus journey, even if it does mean having to slink closer to a window and change the font size to small.
I meant to post my second masquerade fill tonight, but the lovely MissM is doing beta duty so that eyes will not be hurt by my failure to acknowledge commas as a legitimate art form. I regretted posting my first one ( Love Tokens) yesterday because Monday is a rubbish day to post fic on, and I had to comfort myself with the knowledge that if this fic isn't American enough, it's not through lack of trying. This is how I now know how many self-service checkouts Walmart introduced in 2014.
Partially because of said fill I suspect, I dreamt about serial killers last night. Only half way through running away, I stopped, and came back to the house where they were, because I'd left my scarf behind. I know dreams aren't necessarily about being sensible, but a scarf? Then I started dreaming about my spn_j2_xmas assignment. I clearly need to stop fandoming before I go to bed.
New rule: Always ask what you're drinking before you drink it. I couldn't figure out why I was getting a little bit squiffy on a few pints of beer. So I asked what it was. "Ah," came the reply. "That's called An Brain Blásta. It's 7%." My reaction to that piece of information was a fairly hobbit reaction
Next round was a G&T and no looking back on the world of beer. Come to think of it, that probably contributed to the serial killer dreams as well. It also possibly gives legitimacy to the subject line I've chosen.
I updated my mini spn_masquerade recs list so that they link back to the journals of people who claimed them, and in all cases it provided me with a chance to reread them. So many good things! I'm glad that I still have some things saved to read for my next bus journey, even if it does mean having to slink closer to a window and change the font size to small.
I meant to post my second masquerade fill tonight, but the lovely MissM is doing beta duty so that eyes will not be hurt by my failure to acknowledge commas as a legitimate art form. I regretted posting my first one ( Love Tokens) yesterday because Monday is a rubbish day to post fic on, and I had to comfort myself with the knowledge that if this fic isn't American enough, it's not through lack of trying. This is how I now know how many self-service checkouts Walmart introduced in 2014.
Partially because of said fill I suspect, I dreamt about serial killers last night. Only half way through running away, I stopped, and came back to the house where they were, because I'd left my scarf behind. I know dreams aren't necessarily about being sensible, but a scarf? Then I started dreaming about my spn_j2_xmas assignment. I clearly need to stop fandoming before I go to bed.
New rule: Always ask what you're drinking before you drink it. I couldn't figure out why I was getting a little bit squiffy on a few pints of beer. So I asked what it was. "Ah," came the reply. "That's called An Brain Blásta. It's 7%." My reaction to that piece of information was a fairly hobbit reaction
Next round was a G&T and no looking back on the world of beer. Come to think of it, that probably contributed to the serial killer dreams as well. It also possibly gives legitimacy to the subject line I've chosen.