I've been incredibly writy today; let's hope this keeps up.

And I'm not doing NaNoWrimo. Nope. I don't even have an idea for it.

Halloween pics are up in my gallery, a few of which have been posted here already, but not all of them. So, if you feel like looking, there it is.

It's very cold; I love my sleep socks and my pets. I hate my uterus and, basically, all of my internal organs. Fuck all of them.

Happy All Saints' Day, peoples. Commune with the dead or pray a bunch or something.

*sleeps*

Velvet Underground all over again! Wooooo.

Daylight Savings Time going away makes it easier for me to function for the first couple of weeks. Waking up easier, you know, that sort of thing. Until the seasonal affective disorder kicks in. xD

I'm going to finish October's stats, and then I'm going to write until my hands fall off. It'll be LEGENDARY.


(I need new icons. Seriously, I have no idea what I need except they need to be new. DECISIVE? NOT ME SIR.)

aaaaaaah, it's sunny and windy and this is only the beginning. I'm wearing two layers top and bottom and the oatmeal socks and a scarf and a hat and it's still seeping in chilly at the edges. WHAT HAPPENED TO FALL?

...also IS IT POMEGRANATE TIME YET?

I got in my Pumpkin Patch imps today, and the imp of Devil's Night. OH MY GOD. I haven't even opened the imps yet, just sniffed around the caps, and I already know I need a 5ml of Devil's Night, unless it just goes miserable on my skin, but oh man smells so good. So, so good.

Seu Jorge covers of Bowie make me SO happy. You have no idea. Also making me happy: Writing, the color of the sky, how warm my sweater is now, Beaumont Academy (which you all should join right now, omg).

My mom's pitching a fit behind me. I think it's time to go home; I can go garage-diving and find the rest of my sweaters easy enough. Woo!

for the month of November I will allow myself a bottle of BPAL every 15,000 words I write. (imps possibly every 5,000.) So if I'm not on track by Snow Moon, I'm not ordering it.