Hi there.

I just spent two and a half hours writing Alive fanfiction.

I LOSE.

All you have to do is nod your head and go, "Yeah, sucks, doesn't it?"

Note to self:

Should your mother or father have to give you a ride to work tonight, please be advised that perhaps it's best that at no time do you mention to either one of them that the reason you'd much rather have a friend drive all the way from Scranton to pick you up is because they're much less likely to be bitchy, overcritical and condescending about how everything you own hasn't worked for the past week, you currently have incredibly bad luck, and you're broke. They actually might attempt to be sympathetic, which it appears is some sort of recessive gene in your family.

Sincerely,

Me

EDIT: I wonder what it says about my state of mind that I whipped up and posted angsty fanfiction about a movie featuring cannibalistic rugby players bright and early this morning.

Yeah, let's see how that works out.

My mom has gotten the guy who fixes the computers at the place she works to look at the laptop and Zen. *sigh* Goodbye, laptop! I'll miss you! And not just because my desktop is a pile of crap! *hugs*

But until then, pictures!

This is one of my Christmas presents. Which, because I am a dork, I mostly just stare at in awe.

( ZOMG LOOK AT ALL THE PRETTY COLORS! )

And this is what magically appeared behind me in my new office chair.

( Heh. KITTY. )

If you live with cats, this will sound familiar.

Upon walking into my parents' house and spotting Owen on the dining room table.

Me: "Owen, get off that table!"
Owen: *calmly walks off the dining room table and onto the dry sink*
Me: "Well, at least he can follow directions."