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Jun. 29th, 2009 11:22 pmI keep meaning to post but then I figure *meh*.
I tried to deposit a check tonight and the ATM ate it. So now I have to file for all sorts of stuff tomorrow at the bank but, in the meantime, I'm in need of that fucking money. *grrrrr*
I left Fry's an hour early because the music was OMGKILLING me. Dude. I don't like patriotic music on the best of days but when it's been a really long fucking day with a lot of really stressful shit, I'd prefer not to have God Bless America with a full chorus and an operatic soprano eating into my brain at 11 o'clock at night. It's going to haunt me. I know it is. Add in patriotic marches and I'm doomed.
I'm in a rather weird place, emotionally. This warnings discussion and wank have really helped me realize where I'm at on my own path. ( cut to spare the uninterested )
In more fandom news, I've finished my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bigbangblackout fic. You can sort of tell where my love of HP died a horrible death. I'm hopeful that the betas can point me in the right direction to make the story awesome again. The idea is rather cool and it starts out well. It just slides right down into a flaming pile of dogshit near the end.
Finally, I'm writing a story that would, for the most part, completely and totally squick me most days. I totally blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elanorofcastile and this post with Karl Urban miming a BJ using a microphone in the goofiest, sexiest sweater vest ever. I swear to god, I feel dirty and perverted and not in a good way but I cannot get the story out of my head.
How are all of you?
I tried to deposit a check tonight and the ATM ate it. So now I have to file for all sorts of stuff tomorrow at the bank but, in the meantime, I'm in need of that fucking money. *grrrrr*
I left Fry's an hour early because the music was OMGKILLING me. Dude. I don't like patriotic music on the best of days but when it's been a really long fucking day with a lot of really stressful shit, I'd prefer not to have God Bless America with a full chorus and an operatic soprano eating into my brain at 11 o'clock at night. It's going to haunt me. I know it is. Add in patriotic marches and I'm doomed.
I'm in a rather weird place, emotionally. This warnings discussion and wank have really helped me realize where I'm at on my own path. ( cut to spare the uninterested )
In more fandom news, I've finished my
bigbangblackout fic. You can sort of tell where my love of HP died a horrible death. I'm hopeful that the betas can point me in the right direction to make the story awesome again. The idea is rather cool and it starts out well. It just slides right down into a flaming pile of dogshit near the end. Finally, I'm writing a story that would, for the most part, completely and totally squick me most days. I totally blame
elanorofcastile and this post with Karl Urban miming a BJ using a microphone in the goofiest, sexiest sweater vest ever. I swear to god, I feel dirty and perverted and not in a good way but I cannot get the story out of my head.How are all of you?
