All I want is a different freaking job. Or to stay home and write all the time.

[apocalypsos]

The classifieds around here suck ass, unless I want to work at Red Lobster or package chocolates all night long. *sigh*

And since I guess it's Quote Your Own Fic day:

He looks into the shadows expecting to see Dean watching like an amused spectator, lumbering towards him with feet pounding the pavement and shoulders rolling in that familiar walk, like a cowboy who learned how to stand upright by studying bears in motion. -- The Wild One (just because I really like that description of Dean's walk)

There's nearly six hundred people signed up for Yuletide. That's kind of awesome, y'all.

Meanwhile, on TAR, Alabama and the Beauty Queens both behaved like idiots tonight, the Beauty Queens with that whole London exchange at the airport and Alabama and the BQs over that stupid ticket counter incident. Actually, Karlyn especially bugged the pants off me tonight when she kept ripping into the ticket agent for listening to the BQs. Dude, he's just doing his job. Knock it off.

Yeah, the models were in it, too, but they sure edited it to look like the BQs did all the heavy lifting in trying to get them tickets ahead of Alabama, so why the hell Karlyn was bitching at them other than that they were still there is beyond me. (Don't mind me. I just really don't like Karlyn.)

So David and Mary are marked for elimination again. That's nice of Phil, isn't it? ;)

Also, the Mauritius greeter was so pretty.

Next week: Intersection? OOO. I like how they're actually giving out clues this season and how they took away the Bathmat Muggings and how the PTB seem to have taken this season as an opportunity to try fixing things on the show, so I'm wondering what the hell that's going to involve in a good way.

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[random-serious.livejournal.com]

Welcome to my life of classified suckiness. I feel your pain. Just... hang in there, they can't suck forever: something gonna have to give sooner or later.