This is all fallofrain's fault.

To explode brain, press here.

Okay, so I apply the bleach directly to my eyeballs, right? Right?!

*pours industrial cleanser to eyes*

*goes permanently blind*

Yay! I got my story finished!

( Friday Night Drinking Games. Jake 2.0/X-Men Xover. )

*snerk*

( Was there ever a doubt? )

Jacked from a good number of people on my friends list

I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

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Somebody rec me some fic. I need something to read on the bus home. *user bats eyelashes sweetly*

You want to know the definition of a good day?

When we're asked to destroy a shipment, we're allowed to open it up and take whatever is inside if we want it.

Today I was asked to destroy a shipment in a tube, and guess what I found inside?

A Kill Bill poster and the Aragorn ROTK poster.

See, now I have to keep this job. At this rate, the next package I'll be asked to destroy will have a grateful Johnny Depp curled up inside. Oh, yes.