( one more spoilery thing re: the ice queen )

But nobody in the writer's room cares what I think.


It is amazing how quickly some whiny bitches can totally kill my happy. Seriously, just... shut up, let me enjoy the afterglow. >.<

I'm all irritated now. And I got critical of some ficlet (not in a comment, just mentally) and now I'm criticizing the hell out of what I'm writing, because it is just... not as good as the other things that have been submitted for the challenge, and I know it's not about winning, but I'm thinking twice about posting this at all.

and then I have to think "well, if everyone thought twice before posting a bad fic, the world would be a better place" and that's just being bitter and snide and, fuck, this whole cascade of being a miserable bitch all got triggered because some people are stupid.

Ah, fuck it, I'm going to bed.

( rockin' geekgrrl, tweet tweet tweet )

LoudTwitter is looooud

Not so much a meme as an interesting writing exercise, from the teacher of a friend of ajodasso's.

Identify five of your "secret selves," name them, and write about them.


Is it strange that I've had three of them in my mind for longer than I've kept a steady friendship? Anyway, this is about the first original thing I've written in six months. There's your warning.


( 1. the maternal. )


( 2. the inverse )


( 3. the could-have. )


( 4. the lonelily )


( 5. ebb and flow )


Maybe now I can get to sleep.

Butcher just woke me up knocking everything that isn't nailed down onto the floor. I chucked him out and I guess he woke up my mom, who noticed his collar was missing.

Then she went back to her room, and like thirty seconds later she called out "Hey Danielle, I just had a vision of one of the stray cats stealing Butcher's collar and wearing it around like a trophy. You know, like those rappers with their gold pendants..."

"Some other cat stole Butcher's bling?"

"Yeah!"


xD my mother. now back to sleep for god's sake ugh cat.

Dear readers,

I have suffered complete identity-loss amnesia. Please fill in the blanks. Tell me who I am! I trust you, my friends, to tell me only the truth and to steer me in the right direction.


I believe this amnesia may be caused by insufficient sleep. Perhaps when I wake up again around noon, you will let me know who I am. xD

In class today we got to watch the kast day of the Jonestown cult. Did you know there were reporters with cameras there as it was happening? Yeah, I wish I didn't know that. One of the most horrible fucking things I've ever seen.

Finally got to make the drink I've been waiting to for a week now. Mob Witnesses = amaretto, Dr. Pepper, maraschino cherries. Delish. Not drunk enough yet. Think I may need to get rum if I want to get really soused.

I'm pretty unimpressed with today. Tomorrow's supposed to be really pleasant. I have to go check the fences and see if Butcher's collar got stuck on any of them. And do laundry. And sit out in the sun until I cheer the fuck up, I am such a moody bitch.

Here, have some links.

Bracket of Evil. That's right, vote for the most evil mofuggas in America. I'm betting money that Limbaugh makes it to the finals. It's stll on the first round, so go set yours up.

18 Tips for Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse. Particularly listen to #17, unless you're dead certain the military commander is Christopher Eccleston. I would've gone for something on him in 28 Days Later, and I'm not talking about brains.

The end of R-rated blockbusters? ...or the decline of quality in movies, the increased price of a movie ticket compared with the tighter income of the average American... no, let's blame it on the boobies.

An awesome, cute little story by omnipresentdmat about Hiro and Ando taking care of baby!Matt: I was raised by superheroes and all I got were these Freudian Neuroses It is a sugary scoop of G-rated fluffiness. ♥ Highly recommended.