GODDAMN IT.

I just realized something rewatching tonight's episode of Project Runway.

( Oh, for crying out loud. )

EDIT: Bwahahahaha! Oh, my God, you guys, you have GOT to listen to Tim's podcast about THAT. *points upwards and snickers* I adore him.

Blaaaaaaaargh.

I'm tired, and I can barely move, and I really just want the food stands to open up already so I can go stuff myself full of cheese fries and pizza and spiedies and ice cream.

Instead, I have a synopsis and a fic to finish today and an apartment to clean.

If you loved me, one of you would vacuum for me. Or at least do my dishes. *bats eyelashes at you all*

In unrelated news, the other day I edited my mother's grocery list for spelling, grammar and continuity. No, really.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

( Spoilery bitching regarding last night's Project Runway )

Just another sign that if I had any goddamn sense, I wouldn't go anywhere near the TWoP boards. *growls*

EDIT: I ... have this weird desire to write Laura and Michael friendship fic. *wanders around dazed and confused*

I pimp the kind of hardcore crack you can only pimp to your friends if they can spell "poltergeist."

Oh, musesfool, these are two of the prompts from spn_flashback:

261. Buffy crossover: Unaware that the town sits on top of a Hellmouth, John moves the boys to Sunnydale, where they attend Sunnydale High.
265. Dean attends school with a feisty brunette vampire slayer. They try to keep their alter egos as demon hunters secret from each other.

I'm thinking of YOU, you understand. *snickers*

Yes, I'm looking at more spn_flashback prompts, but I've got a synopsis and my first prompt to finish before I'm letting myself take another one, so ... *shrugs* (Somebody already took the chem lab prompt. I'd whine, but HEEEEEEE.)

I have cabbage and noodles and potato pancakes. WINNER.