lunesque

Uuuuuuuuuugh. The world does not need another Dean/Cas vid set to an eighties power ballad, brain. You don't even vid. Stop it immediately.

If any of you guys get an email with a weird link from my hotmail address, mark it spam. Dude, I can't seem to knock this spammer. They got to my tumblr, too, which was weird, because I used a different email address to access tumblr. All the same, I've had to delete my lunesque tumblr, and am now on tumblr as moriavis. If you were following me on tumblr, make sure to change addresses. :)

I'm super bummed.

In other news, I baked sugar cookies last night, watched a download of Cabin in the Woods the night before last, and dungeonmarm and I are planning to watch Enter Nowhere tonight based on scheherezhad's suggestion. I think I'm going to make a chocolate buttermilk pie today, to try to get back on track for my baking pattern. I just feel so blah. I can't concentrate on anything.

So. Reading dcwomenkickass_feed and came across this.

( Because, you know, Catwoman is supposed to be all about the Sexy. )

In conclusion: Do you know why you're losing readers, DC? BECAUSE YOU SUCK.

OMG WTF SELF?

I was being a good adult, and thinking, well, my wisdom tooth has only hurt for a couple of days, there's not really any swelling, not any lumps in my lymph nodes, so I don't think I'm impacting, and even when I'm not using Orajel, the pain is not as bad as it was on Wednesday.

Still, Orajel says to use it for seven days at the maximum, and so I was like, I guess I can see what dentists in the area would accept my crappy insurance, just in case I need to go and get this tooth extracted. After all, I've been extraordinarily lucky with wisdom teeth not causing me any trouble, but I should be prepared.

I see the list of dentists in my area, and my heart starts pounding and I start crying for no reason.

I KNEW I HAD A THING ABOUT TEETH. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I HAD A PHOBIA ABOUT DENTISTS. JFC.

So--in regards to the livejournal, facebook and twitter thing.

I'm actually pretty lucky. I work at a job where I'm quite positive they never would even think about looking around online for any me info. I'm out as a fan fiction writer and a slasher to my immediate family, and I'm not sure I could care any less about facebook or twitter.

So! My policy.

I don't care if you find something interesting from my journal that you want to facebook or twitter about. I'm pretty sure I'm being egotistical, because I don't think I've ever said anything interesting that anyone wants to pass along.

Writing.

I love it.

Even when it keeps me up way later than I'd like to be.

Deadlines.

I hate them.

Story 1 will be finished today.

Story 2, theoretically, will be finished by Wednesday.

Story 3 needs to get out of my head and onto paper ASAP.

Rawr.

Yesterday:

Me: I haven't had enough potatoes this week! (Vast understatement, by the way...)

dungeonmarm: *gives potato chips*

Me: *eats like a pig* Oh my god, I want to eat Long John Silvers! I've got to be PMSing!

Today:

Me: *_______________________________*

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In other news, I have a three day weekend this weekend, so I'm hoping to get one, if not both, of my comic bangs done. Surely I can do this.

I saw the first episode of RuPaul's Drag Race, and although drag queens aren't normally my thing, this seems like it's going to be a lot of fun.

Also, lady_krysis: join sa_dance_party. Anyone is welcome, of course.

I FAIL AT BAKING. D: D: D:

ETA: My biscotti failed like whoa. It's still yummy, but it's a complete crumbly mess. I didn't get a single usable piece of biscotti out of it. It's yummy crumbs.

And I forgot two ingredients for my other two plans, so I suck at remembering that I, you know, need pumpkin for pumpkin bread. UGH.

a_gentlemans_revolt has convinced me to read Twilight and do a running commentary as I go through it.

For some reason, hereby proving my insanity, I have agreed.

If I don't come back, I have committed literary suicide.