Sign 4987420 that I am a writer:

Every. Single. Purse. that I have found in my closet, no matter how long ago I used it last, contained at least one pen.

Including the "purse" that's just a Crown Royal bag with a purple striped shoelace for a strap.

Sometimes I make myself laugh in the present, but it's even better when I'm laughing at my past self. xD

Exchange reveal is up! I'm massively entertained that everyone knew I wrote the Sylar/Danko but no one guessed the Sylar/Ando! I thought THAT would be the super obvious one....

...well except for the fact that I made the damn Danko community because PEOPLE SAID THEY'D WRITE FIC and then I ended up writing most of what's on the community even though I NEVER INTENDED TO *facepalm* And that wasn't even my assignment, that was the pinch hit! Aaaaah what.

But now I can ascribe brilliance to its rightful recipients, and I must say I am not surprised to see who's behind some of the best fic from the exchange. Quality, ladies, QUA-LIT-EE.

Anyway, both stories will be going up in the fic journal posthaste, and then it's bedtiems for me.

I have not been very good about taking my pills this week.

Actually I haven't been very good about doing much of anything this week.

I'm just nauseous and woozy and don't even want to keep my eyes open right now.

I had a dream about going to see Star Trek with my extended family, except my cousins got possessed by some kind of smoke monsters and I had to bop them on the heads until the smoke went away and the movie was starting soon so I had to do it quickly. And then there was a huge line at the concessions booth, and my dad cut in line behind Sean Connery and confused the fuck out of him until he got flustered and left. And my brother and my dad and one of my cousins were rolling blunts to smoke in the theater.

It was very strange, to say the least.

What happens when you get Godzilla aroused?



As ZQ found out.... the biggest comeshot ever.


NO SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT LOOK LIKE.

JUST. WHAT.