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Taki/Goh = finished.
Corb's and my hair = red and smelling oddly of chai.
Fave apartment prospect in immediate area = found.
Hughes/Mustang = started.
Gerard et Jacques = acquired in book form.
Descartes short story = played with.
I feel remarkably productive for someone who didn't work out or go to her meeting today. But that might just be the chinese food talking. And it's so cool to be able to hold the pretty of G et J in my hands after reading it off of the computer screen. I flipped through it discreetly at the B&N, as it's rather too risquee to be openly pawing over in public. Plus,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marilla82 left the apartment to go to Publix and Blockbuster and went OUT OF HER WAY to bring me fountain soda from Chic-Fil-A. Aside from the fact that she's feeding my terrible addictions, she is the LARGEST AMOUNT OF LOVE ON THE PLANET. All other love gravitates to her, seriously.
Oi! Bibliophiles! (Which is most of you.)redpiratemel has a poll she'd like people to fill out. Though I suspect she's just doing it to collect library smut. ;) Please to be going here and doing that. And I wrote Good Omens book smut, because it's been awhile, and linnpuzzle was right, the fandom is slowly collapsing like a flan in a cupboard.
ETA- 'Collapsing like a flan in a cupboard' being my words, not hers. And those being based off of an Eddie Izzard quote and probably entirely blowing the thing out of proportion. *head desk* I swear to god, I win with my big mouth.
( It was almost as much fun as driving slow in the passing lane. )
So it's 2:15, except it's really 3:15, because the world is gayer than that drabble. *sigh* I don't want to lose an hour, and I don't want to be at Disney tomorrow. *emo tear* Hope your day is remarkably better.
Corb's and my hair = red and smelling oddly of chai.
Fave apartment prospect in immediate area = found.
Hughes/Mustang = started.
Gerard et Jacques = acquired in book form.
Descartes short story = played with.
I feel remarkably productive for someone who didn't work out or go to her meeting today. But that might just be the chinese food talking. And it's so cool to be able to hold the pretty of G et J in my hands after reading it off of the computer screen. I flipped through it discreetly at the B&N, as it's rather too risquee to be openly pawing over in public. Plus,
marilla82 left the apartment to go to Publix and Blockbuster and went OUT OF HER WAY to bring me fountain soda from Chic-Fil-A. Aside from the fact that she's feeding my terrible addictions, she is the LARGEST AMOUNT OF LOVE ON THE PLANET. All other love gravitates to her, seriously. Oi! Bibliophiles! (Which is most of you.)
redpiratemel has a poll she'd like people to fill out. Though I suspect she's just doing it to collect library smut. ;) Please to be going here and doing that. And I wrote Good Omens book smut, because it's been awhile, and linnpuzzle was right, the fandom is slowly collapsing like a flan in a cupboard.ETA- 'Collapsing like a flan in a cupboard' being my words, not hers. And those being based off of an Eddie Izzard quote and probably entirely blowing the thing out of proportion. *head desk* I swear to god, I win with my big mouth.
( It was almost as much fun as driving slow in the passing lane. )
So it's 2:15, except it's really 3:15, because the world is gayer than that drabble. *sigh* I don't want to lose an hour, and I don't want to be at Disney tomorrow. *emo tear* Hope your day is remarkably better.
