because i know you all want an update, and i was amused as hell
i went to the diesel after work to meet up with farwing, because we always do that before writing group, and i figured i'd eat food and then decide whether or not i really wanted to go. so i got my cheese sandwich and farwing told me about italy and i babbled all over myself about the extremity porn and said that when i say supernatural has eaten my brain, i mean it's REALLY eaten my brain. she suggested we find me a new brain, and i said i liked my brain and some people enabled the insanity and seemed to think it was entertaining and i was ok with that. i was kind of "OMGLOOKATTHESIZEOFHISHANDS!" the baseball picture? yeah. i'm holding up my hand as comparison going "he has these huge hands! the baseball looks like a golf ball!" also farwing thinks the foot thing is weird. and i think the women sitting near us thought i was on drugs.
somehow we ended up talking to them, and they were blqp - boston lesbian queer poly - i think they meet regularly at the diesel. they didn't mind that farwing and i were kind of loud and crazed. one of them said they were like a stitch-n-bitch except without the knitting, except one girl HAD brought her knitting - it's just not a meeting unless someone's knitting :> - and then she mentioned her ballistic sandwich (she had a wrap which was kinda torpedo-shaped) and i swear to god i completely lost my shit. we were all pretty giggly anyway, but she said that and my brain went from ballistics to bullets to dean cleaning his guns in nightmare (gunporn, baby), and i could not stop laughing and could not explain to anyone why. it's really not that funny in retrospect, i mean just from that you probably can't guess how hysterical i was - the amusing kind of hysteria - but seriously, people, you would've thought i was drunk or stoned. it didn't help that one of the women said, when i couldn't explain why i was laughing so hard, "well, she got a bang out of it." I DIED. and then another one of them commented that i'd hit the stage where everything was funny, and i just nodded because wow, everything really was. and farwing had already explained that we weren't insane, just REALLY sleep-deprived. (and on the way to the car i said that on the show they're always shooting things and setting things on fire, it's great, and she REALLY thinks i'm nuts now. but i'm ok with that.)
hey, at least i'm an entertaining lunatic. :D even if i do kind of mono-focus.
i drove farwing to writing group and then i came home and took a nap. my roommate watched tv, i fell asleep on the couch. i woke up for american idol and am disappointed but not very surprised that chris went home. i'm sure katherine will win, which as far as i'm concerned just means the american voting audience has no taste.
somehow we ended up talking to them, and they were blqp - boston lesbian queer poly - i think they meet regularly at the diesel. they didn't mind that farwing and i were kind of loud and crazed. one of them said they were like a stitch-n-bitch except without the knitting, except one girl HAD brought her knitting - it's just not a meeting unless someone's knitting :> - and then she mentioned her ballistic sandwich (she had a wrap which was kinda torpedo-shaped) and i swear to god i completely lost my shit. we were all pretty giggly anyway, but she said that and my brain went from ballistics to bullets to dean cleaning his guns in nightmare (gunporn, baby), and i could not stop laughing and could not explain to anyone why. it's really not that funny in retrospect, i mean just from that you probably can't guess how hysterical i was - the amusing kind of hysteria - but seriously, people, you would've thought i was drunk or stoned. it didn't help that one of the women said, when i couldn't explain why i was laughing so hard, "well, she got a bang out of it." I DIED. and then another one of them commented that i'd hit the stage where everything was funny, and i just nodded because wow, everything really was. and farwing had already explained that we weren't insane, just REALLY sleep-deprived. (and on the way to the car i said that on the show they're always shooting things and setting things on fire, it's great, and she REALLY thinks i'm nuts now. but i'm ok with that.)
hey, at least i'm an entertaining lunatic. :D even if i do kind of mono-focus.
i drove farwing to writing group and then i came home and took a nap. my roommate watched tv, i fell asleep on the couch. i woke up for american idol and am disappointed but not very surprised that chris went home. i'm sure katherine will win, which as far as i'm concerned just means the american voting audience has no taste.