Shhh I'm supposed to be packing...

I hate packing. And I'm bad at it.

I can never decide on an outfit until I've got it on, so what is a girl to do when she's got options that are limited like this? What, I ask you? I cannot make these choices, and there's not enough room in my bag for all my choices and my shoes and the extra purse that I should take because I don't want to clash and oh my god I really have turned into a girl.

My f-list is slow and this displeases me.


I want to see Serenity again like nowish. And then there will be fic. Oddly all my bunnies are gen. I mean, wtf? I don't write gen. I've never written gen. I'm a black hole that sucks the gen out of things. (Unless I'm trying to write a pairing, kthx, bunnies, I hate you.) I've got a theory on Book that I've fallen in love with, and I think that maybe I should actually venture out into the Firefly fandom, but I am afraid. And I still don't think I can write River worth a... thing that isn't worth a lot.

These things I ponder while attempting to plot my weekend so that I can perhaps plot my outfits. (If I take that skirt then I'll have to take those shoes and I'll look really good, but I might need a jacket and the black jacket clashes and so does that one and the green won't go with the shirt and if I try and find another shirt then how do I know if it'll look good? This being a girl thing is hard. I miss not caring.) Seriously now, save me from myself.

And LJ needs to get with putting my order through or whatever, because I want a Firefly icon, dammit.

Were I to get bored and stick up random prompts for ficcy things, would people care? (A tree falls in the forest and no one is around...)