Mostly, though, who the fuck cares enough to stare at anyone's tags, much less talk to a reporter about it unless it's their job?
Word. What is
wrong
with people?
And of course, from where I sit, it looks like slash is the fic that ate the canon.
Can this be the new title of whatever fic thread we have here?
Whew. I found the academic calendar I was looking for. It wasn't online (of course) but, thankfully, there it is in my application packet.
(And stunned. A comic book that husband and I found in a video game he bought several years ago just sold on ebay for $123. Some days, the world does not suck.)
I think it's just that eBay is your bitch, considering what happened last time. (Drinks on you! I want a caipirinha at the Death Star steakhouse!)
Either way, the boss' son just showed up. He's young and pretty cute. Want him?
Well, I'm not hungry anymore, and -- wait, why are you trying to get rid of him, then?
Turn two, the rest is food.
Why the hell are there Mondays? I really must protest their existence.
Timelies.
Seconding Frank's protest.
Why the hell are there Mondays? I really must protest their existence.
I've already been to the Day-of-the-Week Protestation Office, but there was no one there....
I've already been to the Day-of-the-Week Protestation Office, but there was no one there....
They're closed on Mondays.
But if we get rid of Monday, Tuesday will be the new Monday, and I don't want to hate Tuesday.
But if we get rid of Monday, Tuesday will be the new Monday,
And then we get rid of Tuesday, and so on and so on, until finally there's nothing left except for SciFi Friday and the weekend.
slash is the fic that ate the canon.
Can this be the new title of whatever fic thread we have here?
This! Pretty, pretty, pretty please...
wait, why are you trying to get rid of him, then?
Owner's son... Were he otherwise, or dabbed with eyeliner, totally keepable.
Why the hell are there Mondays? I really must protest their existence.
Right there with you.
My morning started out by being woken up by a loud
BANG!
The power transformer at the end of the block exploded (again. It does this every three months or so). No power, which meant no breakfast and no coffee. After I put on eyeliner and got dressed, we went to Whole Foods for organic egg McMuffin-thingamies, and triple-shot iced lattes, which while nice, did not quite make up for being woken up by an explosion.