I haven't updated my wish list in ages. I rarely ask for things. I mean, what's the point? Things don't make you happy (this is pointed at you Nicholas H. Cruentum. Those boxers would not have made you happy. After you washed them.), and you know. Blah blah. But I figured I'd sit down and think about it, because once I asked for a hookah ( Read more... )

1. You know what I wish? I wish you all would trust me. Trust me in fic to take you there. I'll get you there. Honest. Blue, Jean (heh, together you're "bluejean" who is also Bluejean07), tell them that I took you to poly town, and it was good. Srsly, people, I can't EXPLAIN myself. I can only SHOW you. Have I let you down yet? No? Shut ( Read more... )

1. JESUS PEOPLE. I GO TO EAT STEAK AND TORCHWOOD GOSSIP MAGAZINE PUBLISHES THE GLOSSY STICKY? CRUSTED TOGETHER? EDITION. I kind of want to make it clear that I don't care about GDL and what he does, BUT I DO CARE THAT NOW I HAVE FIFTY BILLION TWITTERS AND SIXTY BAJILLION COMMENT REPLIES. GDL! THE NEXT TIME YOU RIDE SOME [person] LIKE A ( Read more... )

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1. I'm at the point with CoE in which I have my fingers on the Band-Aid, but I don't want to pull it off. I suppose that I'll just have to wait here, fingers on the plastic, until July 6 comes and rips it off for me, and then I'll be fine ( Read more... )