FF: Damaging My Calm!!!

I interrupt this never posting...

To ask a question.



I literally don't even KNOW whose behalf I am more appalled on. WTF? WTFFFFF?

It is shit like that that makes me wish I liked her politics more. But, you know, I'm not quite sexist enough to vote for her JUST because she's a woman.


If they keep up this way, I might be before it's over.


SW: Lack of Pants Disturbing



*blinks* Holy shit. I guess the whole frat house thing'll do that to you. *blushes*

  • Current Music
    Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress - The Hollies

*dies laughing*

On the twelfth day of Christmas, tylergrrls sent to me...
Twelve mp3s drumming
Eleven pbems piping
Ten computers a-sleeping
Nine alias coding
Eight potatoes a-reading
Seven books a-writing
Six movies a-knitting
Five bo-o-o-ooty plants
Four stargate atlantis
Three dresden files
Two star wars
...and a seaquest in a grey's anatomy.
Get your own Twelve Days:
  • Current Music
    Ghost - Indigo Girls
Eyecandy: Dripping Wet Milo

Okay, so?

Elle is my least favorite Heroes character EVER now.

Mess with the hair and you die, evil bitch.

*awaits her eventual death with glee*


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The rules are easy, just post 6 things that recently made you happy! Then tag 6 people to post this meme on their LJs. Because it is good. Everyone needs a little happiness once in awhile.

1) Sending off the first actual written work to be judged/critiqued. EEP! But exciting.

2) Finding out that Counting Crows did a cover of Pure Prairie League's Amie. I seriously did a happy dance. No, really. My husband thought I was a dork.

3) Writing something that came out just right.

4) Playing with Audrey and Katie until they were nothing but giggling heaps of baby exhaustion.

5) Getting my house (mostly) cleaned up.

6) Big smooches from the ball and chain.

I am not tagging people because I don't tag unless there's a can of spray paint in my hand. Okay, not even then. If you so desire, then take it and run. It's all good.

FW: Illuminati Mind Control

If the universe loved me...

...the format of Grey's Anatomy would look something like this:

Norman, the world's awesomest intern, would discover that he has the ability to communicate with dead people. Henceforth, he would walk around Seattle Grace, being awesome and hanging out with Denny and Hot Bomb Squad Guy. And, possibly, take every available opportunity to inform Denny that he DODGED A FUCKING BULLET THE SIZE OF RHODE ISLAND when he died rather than marry Izzie.

I would PAY to watch that shit. Totally.


Jesus, people.

I could never be famous. Just sayin'. Why? Because people are crazy, and it disturbs me.

Okay, I will be the first person to admit that I have my pervy moments of objectification when it comes to famous people, particularly actors and musicians. It happens, right? But I get TOTALLY CREEPED OUT when crazy fans start posting all over the internet that they hope so-an-so hasn't hooked up/gotten married/gone back to his or her ex.

Like, what the fuck? Really. Do these people think that if these actors or whatever are single and unattached, they have a SNOWBALL'S CHANCE IN HELL with them? Is that even a healthy fantasy to have? Maybe it actually is harmless, but Jesus God, it still freaks me the fuck out.

How do famous people deal with it? I understand that a certain amount of exposure and loss of privacy has to be expected, even by the most ingenuous people out there, but CHRIST. Where's the line? IS there a line, or did it get trampled to death ages ago by our own voyeuristic need to get all up in other people's shit? Can you actually have skin thick enough to make it through being famous in Hollywood these days without going insane?

(This ranty post has been brought to you by the fact that I need to keep my ass OFF the IMDb boards. Seriously. Oh, and a huge RPF squick.)