You rocked my socks.

Dear DVD Player,

If I could just begin with a spirited "fuck you", it would really set the tone for the rest of this letter. I find it... shall we say really fucking annoying that you've chosen to cop out on me halfway through the Psych season finale. It is an inconvenience, and I really must call you out on it ( Read more... )

So my Psych fic is coming along nicely (*knock on wood*). This is the longest I've worked on any one piece in almost five years, and I'm really happy with it so far. It feels like my baby, whereas my other Psych fics felt like preparation for this one ( Read more... )

So I lost my phone over the weekend. I went to a loft party Friday night, and consumed some (read: copious amounts) of alcohol. As such, I was not entirely in my right mind for a good part of the night. All of a sudden I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket, and then I kind of flipped out. The drunkenness didn't help ( Read more... )