the dashboard melted but we still got the radio.
Right, Remix!
Also, Priscilla is on Jimmy Kimmel Live tonight (starts at midnight or something). This is going to be a riot. (NEW. SPN. TOMORROW. FINALLY.)
(Tangentially: best line in an RPF ever--"Sandy writes stories about me fucking you. Then she posts them on the internet." HA. This is probably true. And probably why fandom doesn't hate her living guts.)
This afternoon I've got a doctor's appointment, so I get to leave work early and get home early and hang with the bf before he has to go to work. Then tonight I'm meeting estrellada and doing a making of a toga/tunic thing at andi_sundrider's house. I'm playing table servant at thettt's birthday dinner party on Thursday, and therefore must have a costume. Or something.
I'm going to make t-shirts for WinCon. No, I mean, I'm going to make four shirts, and wear one each day. Because I have four ideas. So.
Lastly, the fam is going to Britain and Scotland at the end of October. I'm worried my dad will say something awful about terrorism or kilts (as a JOKE, because he has that sense of humour. So do I, actually, but I also have my mother's sense of appropriateness. Usually. Anyway) and get thrown in prison. It's been my opinion from the start of this whole Going To Europe debacle that they need to go someplace where not many people speak English, because he really can't help himself.
Germany was briefly mentioned, but he was like, "Ja! Sig heil!" and that was the end of that brilliant plan.
And this is the end of this brilliant entry.
Bye.
Also, Priscilla is on Jimmy Kimmel Live tonight (starts at midnight or something). This is going to be a riot. (NEW. SPN. TOMORROW. FINALLY.)
(Tangentially: best line in an RPF ever--"Sandy writes stories about me fucking you. Then she posts them on the internet." HA. This is probably true. And probably why fandom doesn't hate her living guts.)
This afternoon I've got a doctor's appointment, so I get to leave work early and get home early and hang with the bf before he has to go to work. Then tonight I'm meeting estrellada and doing a making of a toga/tunic thing at andi_sundrider's house. I'm playing table servant at thettt's birthday dinner party on Thursday, and therefore must have a costume. Or something.
I'm going to make t-shirts for WinCon. No, I mean, I'm going to make four shirts, and wear one each day. Because I have four ideas. So.
Lastly, the fam is going to Britain and Scotland at the end of October. I'm worried my dad will say something awful about terrorism or kilts (as a JOKE, because he has that sense of humour. So do I, actually, but I also have my mother's sense of appropriateness. Usually. Anyway) and get thrown in prison. It's been my opinion from the start of this whole Going To Europe debacle that they need to go someplace where not many people speak English, because he really can't help himself.
Germany was briefly mentioned, but he was like, "Ja! Sig heil!" and that was the end of that brilliant plan.
And this is the end of this brilliant entry.
Bye.