i need a haircut. DESPERATELY.
today i missed the bus which meant i missed the t which meant i was late to work. aaaaand i don't think anyone cared. (and if they did, they didn't say anything.) it was much less crazy than i was expecting, considering yesterday was a holiday and we got out early on friday. i entertained myself by trying to make some animated icons, all of which are way too big for lj. >.< i am never going to figure this out, am i.
so, uh, who wants to write me hipster!steve and punk!bucky? :D which seems to be my new entirely random favorite thing. i mean, steve in the square glasses with the thick black plastic frames, i don't know. and bucky with a mohawk. in my head it's exceptionally cute.
i was bored at work for a big chunk of the day, ok? and i wasn't feeling it for actually writing anything. well, other than a squeeful email to my lovely bigbang artist.... i have seen art, and it is so, so pretty.
according to twitter, all-male swim classes at the y were held naked from the 20s to the 60s. which. well. i didn't bother fact-checking because i was overcome by the thought of, er, chris evans naked. and wet. and sebastian stan naked. and wet. and it was a good thing i wasn't super busy at work and didn't have to do a lot of things that required higher thought.
i will eventually get over this absurd fixation. i promise. it may take a while, but it will pass. but look, i even have an icon now. (well, i have four, but i can only attach one to a post.)
"remember when i made you ride the cyclone at coney island?"
"yeah, and i threw up?"
"this isn't payback, is it?"
"now why would i do that?"
because steve rogers is kind of a troll, and might be having a laugh at your expense.
cross-stitch street art - like yarn-bombing, but with fences and cross-stitch. neat!
so, uh, who wants to write me hipster!steve and punk!bucky? :D which seems to be my new entirely random favorite thing. i mean, steve in the square glasses with the thick black plastic frames, i don't know. and bucky with a mohawk. in my head it's exceptionally cute.
i was bored at work for a big chunk of the day, ok? and i wasn't feeling it for actually writing anything. well, other than a squeeful email to my lovely bigbang artist.... i have seen art, and it is so, so pretty.
according to twitter, all-male swim classes at the y were held naked from the 20s to the 60s. which. well. i didn't bother fact-checking because i was overcome by the thought of, er, chris evans naked. and wet. and sebastian stan naked. and wet. and it was a good thing i wasn't super busy at work and didn't have to do a lot of things that required higher thought.
i will eventually get over this absurd fixation. i promise. it may take a while, but it will pass. but look, i even have an icon now. (well, i have four, but i can only attach one to a post.)
"remember when i made you ride the cyclone at coney island?"
"yeah, and i threw up?"
"this isn't payback, is it?"
"now why would i do that?"
because steve rogers is kind of a troll, and might be having a laugh at your expense.
cross-stitch street art - like yarn-bombing, but with fences and cross-stitch. neat!