the lines are drawn the ink is black and blue.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE OLD WHEN a couple of swaddled babes of writers say "word count: 1986--the year before we were born!" and you're like "oh my god shut the fuck up and turn down that devil music."
YOU KNOW YOU'RE OLD IN FANDOM WHEN they're actually only four years younger than you are.
(Or, this could be another symptom of me being born thirty-five.)
OKAY, so I'm probably not going to update again before I get on a plane and do not die a fiery death between here and Lost Angles. The rules while I'm away are as follows:
1. Don't burn down the house.
2. Don't burn down the internets.
3. Don't get the internets pregnant.
4. Don't have any wank/drama/wankorama that is not well-documented for my enjoyment when I get back.
5. Don't get the house pregnant.
6. NO PARTIES.
The bf is going to miss me something awful. I'm going to miss him too. MFEO, guys.
Bye.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE OLD IN FANDOM WHEN they're actually only four years younger than you are.
(Or, this could be another symptom of me being born thirty-five.)
OKAY, so I'm probably not going to update again before I get on a plane and do not die a fiery death between here and Lost Angles. The rules while I'm away are as follows:
1. Don't burn down the house.
2. Don't burn down the internets.
3. Don't get the internets pregnant.
4. Don't have any wank/drama/wankorama that is not well-documented for my enjoyment when I get back.
5. Don't get the house pregnant.
6. NO PARTIES.
The bf is going to miss me something awful. I'm going to miss him too. MFEO, guys.
Bye.