i love when people tell me they just "grew out of" depression. sure, that's wonderful for them and all, but geez - what the hell do you think i've been waiting for all these years?



i mean,
Hi Everybody. How's Things?

there are suddenly large groups of people walking down the street outside. they're all cheering and chanting, "Jesus! Jesus!"



i'm frightened.

ohmygoodness - Prescription Allergy Medication, where have you been all my life?




i had no idea i felt so bad until i started feeling so much better.

was it just me, or was last night's House just really... weird? maybe it was just the way they cleverly skipped the usual credits that completely tripped me out. i dunno, but i always do love watching Hugh Laurie play the piano. guh.


(it's really a wonder that i don't write in this fandom - what better outlet for my tortured tortured angst?)


i expect fanfic, all you writers who won't actually ever read this people. much.







i'm going to be at Kaiser so many times in the next two weeks that i think i need to buy a dayplanner. just to keep track.

oh god, jimmy - why couldn't you have been real?


but on the up side of my shattered existence, i finally made an appointment to see a shrink. back on meds go i.





chris: if you're reading this, don't freak out. just call me.

hey Psychsters:

have we ever been told what happened to Shawn's mom?

does JackBauer seem extra sweaty to you this season?

or is that just me hoping for a fever from the *crosses fingers* now infected InvisibleGapingShoulderWound?

i love you, Seth MacFarlane. i love you so very much.


i think i need another altar icon.














happy birthday, daddy.

now there's the Jack Bauer i remember.

and complete with his old Magical Healing Powers, too - i keep waiting for that shoulder wound to at least bleed a little, but no. as soon as he changed his shirt a couple of episodes back, it was Fixed. he's been vaulting over walls, wielding weapons, had people grabbing on him... i don't think he even had time to bandage the thing. but Fixed.

Magical, i say.

Shawn Spencer and Harry Dresden are fighting it out for my Love. thank god they're not on opposite each other - the world might end in the face of such mighty catastrophe.

because - guh. Dresden Files. you had me at hello.
but awwww, Shawn Spencer. so cute. so back.

i just don't know what to do.




they should do a crossover of The Dresden Files and The X Files, and call it *cue music* The Files.

i'm just saying.

rather than actually do my dishes - which were so scary that i thought the CDC was about to bust in at any minute - Jimmy and i went to Ikea and i bought all new ones. yup - threw the old ones out. it was totally worth the $40.

and only $40! plus, i realized on the way home that this is the first set of dishes i've ever purchased for myself, rather than been given them by somebody as cast-offs. (so worth the $40.) 29, and i'm buying my first set of dishes. watch out adulthood - i'm on the Fast Track now.



i love my new dishes.

oh boy did i miss 24. i knew i couldn't wait to watch this season on dvd.

( semi-vague spoilerish *eek*ing )

jesus. have you seen Jo Chen's Buffy audition sketches for the upcoming Season 8? this is going to be amazing.

thank you, Dude With TheYellowRubberDuckyGluedToYourBikeHelmet. you brought a little bit of color into what's already shaping up to be a fairly shitty sunday.



Jack Bauer's coming. i just have to hold it together until he gets here.

there are four helicopters hovering over three downtown city blocks a couple of blocks away from my house. i can practically see the guy in the one closest to me. that can't be good...

oh wait. i think the news just said there's a protest going on. seems a tad excessive, but still. that's probably it.

and that's exactly why, ever since 9/11, i've always associated helicopters with war.

~

so apparently somebody's suing my old company for unpaid PTO hours and they're running up a big Class Action suit. but, see, i have trouble remembering yesterday. two, three years ago? no way. i know i hated it there, and i know i definitely want Free Money if i can get it... but can't remember whether or not i'm eligible for this. nor would i ever be able to track down paperwork to let me know. it's not that i don't have it - knowing how terrible i am at cleaning in general (and throwing things away in particular), i'm sure it's still here - it's the looking as a whole. i can't even manage to work up the ambition to do the disgusting dishes. not a chance i'll be able to convince myself to sift through years of dusty paper.

then the question is this: do i send in the form anyway, just in case? i mean, they can't do anything to me if i'm not eligible but sign the paper anyway, right? they'll just send me some form letter telling me (very politely) to fuck off, and that'll be that. yeah?

~

i wish i had a joke. i'd put it right here.

no, of course i didn't come out of a year of complete NonWriting only to reel off a Tony/Control (A Bit of Fry and Laurie) smut fic. because that would just be silly.

and yet...


written for the yuletide Resolutions Challenge - the one that started, you know, this morning - here comes the most DialogueHeavy PWP you're likely to come across. no angst, no depth, just the politest sex ever... in one of my most obscure fandoms ever. oh, and i do apologize for the title.

Taking Control

p.s.
my birthday's coming up in a few days... and yes, that is a shameless plea directed at all you fic writers out there. i know i haven't myself done anything entertaining or writinglike of late to deserve such a thing, but i'm throwing it out there anyway should anyone feel particularly bored charitable.

january 3. go.

so, um... you ever want to wax David Hasselhoff's chest?

that's what i thought.



sorry i'll probably be much with the LinkSpam for a while - i just downloaded Stumble Upon, and i can't stop playing with it.

http://www.elasticenthusiastic.com/. hee. pretty. :)


ohmygoodness four whole days off in a row. i can't remember the last time that happened. and i earned it too - this Christmas Retail Hell Season nearly killed me in more ways than one. ugh.

but it's over. *dances* o-o-o-over.


good will and glad tidings to all.

no Bones until the end of January? i'm outraged.

ooooh, wait - that's what i wish for for my birthday. Bones fic. preferably Booth fic. definitely.
or Psych. always looking for the Shawn Spencer.


and can someone please tell me what happened on last week's House? i mean, i saw the ( cut for the especially spoilerfreaky like me ) commercial, but then this week's episode started like nothing had happened. could've picked up almost right after the last one i saw. i'm very confused, and shall have to go looking for fanfic to fill in the blanks.



there was something else i was going to say here. but i've forgotten.

must sleep now. very tired, you see, on account of the glorious Christmas Retail Season. much shipping of gifts. much overtime.

oh, and that whole part about being at work at 5am this morning.
(too bad Jimmy who was suppose to be there with the key wasn't.)