He's exactly like you, but one-third your size.

Tribbles -- now in bite size! *giggles*

One of the girls I work with is getting sued for six thousand dollars by her landlord for breaking her lease and gave me the contract to look over to see if I could find a loophole. I suppose "too naive to have known not to have signed this thing in the first place" doesn't really count as a loophole, right?

My car is getting inspected today FINALLY. I brought it in at eleven and haven't gotten a phone call yet, so I take that as a good sign.

It was freezing out last night, which I know because coming home from work I got to hear all about the schools that were closed because it was ridiculously cold out. I also know it because I spent my one-in-the-morning lunch break racing between my car and the front door of my job whining as I bounded away from the frostbite. Heh.

Continuing on my current trend of blaming other people for the fic I'm writing ...

*points accusatory finger at mcee*

Make her stop throwing John/Jo bunnies at me! I was fine the other day, and now I've got the beginnings of an AU where John and Jo, after much angst and family squabbling, get married and make babies. AUGH, BRAIN.

So, yeah. A wee ficlet, as it were.

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( oh so quiet )

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Because the Roadhouse is apparently some sort of den of iniquity where everybody gets lucky. Heh. :)

In unrelated news, I didn't know I bought the chinchillas vanilla-scented bath dust until I poured it into the bathhouse and the entire apartment suddenly smelled like cookies. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

EDIT: Oh, and in the same vein as the rest of my grossly-inappropriate-pairings Ugly Betty fic, I've been feeling the urge to write Daniel/Hilda fic. SEND HELP. STOP. PREFERABLY MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONALS. STOP.