HI! This is just a note to let you all know that I have not died or disappeared again.

How do people make moving into, like, something they can do in one afternoon? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS. My (new!) living room is currently PACKED FULL of boxes. My bed is still in pieces. I still have pots and pans and the contents of my (old!) fridge and like the last half of my (old!) closet left to move.

And then cleaning. CLEANING! Ugh. I hatehatehate that.

I think next time I move i might just leave everything and start all over. OMG it is so hard. I hurt in all kinds of weird places.

And, you know, it might not be helped by the fact that instead of, uh, cleaning last night I may have kind of, you know, gone to a friend's house for her birthday and gotten a good enough buzz that I ended up crashing on her couch.

I'm still thinking about writing the epicapocaweather!Sam/Dean. And a romance novel Brendon/Ryan. (What? Bandom owns me, flist, I apologize to everyone but miss_charmed, since I'm pretty sure it's all her fault.) Maybe a romance novel Brendon/Spencer, too. And a Shawn/Gus ficlet that I'm gonna go ahead and say is musesfool's fault, I dunno what it would be about other than bitching about the incorrect use of the word "literally" because I kind of love it when Gus is a grammar bitch.


I only ever have fic ideas when I can't write/should be doing something else. Woe. Woe and alas.

So, anyway, not dead. Still moving. Will have pictures when the house is in some kind of order.

I miss the internet.

Shhh, I'm not really here.

I'm totally packing. And cleaning. TOTALLY.

I still haven't managed to talk myself out of the epicapocaweather (that is totally the working title. And by working title I mean, whatever I would name the document if I were to start one. I'm not that far gone yet though.) SPN fic that my brain is contemplating in a fit of procrastination. And when I say epicapocaweather I don't just mean the weather would be epic. I mean like, I think the completely empty threat I made was 65,000 words kind of epic.

Which leads to a question!

What's the craziest thing you've ever done to get out of doing something else?

Also: Cab babies n FNMTV tonight! I might as well sign my paycheck over to FBR, you guys, for reals.

Oh, apartment, why will you not pack yourself?

Seriously, I've got like, three and a half boxes packed or something. I need to start moving Friday. (That's the day after tomorrow, for those of you keeping up at home.) I think I'm really gonna love the house, I just hate the move. No, no, it's like, totally four and a half boxes. At least four and a half. Maybe even five!

The fail, people, the fail just keeps on coming.

/o\

Haha! I have packed a box! One entire box! I haven't taped it shut or marked it for what it is, but it's packed! Progress!

(Like, you know, other things, I take it where I can get it.)

Also, am seriously considering a minor stalkage of PatD this fall, based on the unofficial dates that were released. A roadtrip through Texas! I have good ideas sometimes.

Speaking of good ideas!

I'm a little bit in love with The Middleman, and obviously you should all watch it and love it too. Possibly there should be fic. I mean, there is snark! Banter! Pop culture references! Enough words per minute to make Lorelai and Rory says, "whoa, dude, take a breath."! Complete ridiculousness!

Seriously, watch it tonight! I'm very seldom wrong about television worth watching.

My living room is currently filled with boxes. Lots and lots of boxes.

I sort of want to build a fort, instead of pack.

OMG I am moving! Into a house! I hate moving! I hate packing! I don't know if I'm excited or horrified, atm!

Also: I just burned my thumb on the pizza pan.

Clearly, clearly I have mastered adulthood.

You should all be awed.