I'm using this icon less because I'm drinking and more because I feel just that clumsy.

My legs are so freakin' sore. I have no idea why, but I feel like I just ran a marathon. URGH. All I did was go to work, damn it.

Oh, and Cute Guy With Girlfriend and Baby read the fics I gave him and declared them awesome, although he did ask if I ever watch action movies, which ... what? Not enough stuff blowing up? I save the explosions and punching for my original fic, man. :) He also said "Raise a Glass" and "Real Men Don't Eat Cheesecake" sounded like they'd come straight out of the Penthouse forum, and it's probably too early in the morning (or late at night, since I never went to bed yet) for me but since when is Penthouse that vanilla? Those were tame, for crying out loud, and the smut in "Raise a Glass" isn't even all that gratuitous.

I forgot to tape Veronica Mars last night, but I figure all I have to do is pretend to be a painful sexualized stereotype of young women in front of the bathroom mirror and it'll be just like I watched the whole thing! (Yeah, yeah, I'll probably download it, if only for the character I do want to see. Or at least read the TWoP recap. I'm about THIS close to dropping the VM fic comms I'm in, if only because I'm getting to the point where watching the real Logan/Veronica relationship makes me want to choke them, so avoiding the majority of romanticized badly written extensions of same are probably better for their health in regards to the grabbing of my hands.)

I need to go sleep so I can porn later. Sleeeeeeeeeeeep.

If he'd stopped being an asshat, I think I'd stop loving him so damn much.

So I've been thinking about Nathan Petrelli since Monday night's episode, and here's my thing.

( Musing about Nathan's past, powers, and family )

So, yeah. That's my whole Nathan thing. I know he's a bastard, but there has to be a reason, damn it, and I like mine. :)

Fabulous!

You know why my debit card got turned off?

Because some dicksmack used the numbers to try and make twelve purchases of a thousand bucks or so each with it. And I'm irresponsible with money, but God knows I'm not THAT irresponsible.

Yay! My first experience with identity fraud!

*twirls finger in the air sarcastically*

I would forgive all if he were a hot ghost hunter traveling across the country with his emo pituitary case of a baby brother but somehow I doubt that's the case.

Random things

-- My brother still has no job, although apparently my uncle (who also works there) asked the head of that department why Bryan wasn't there anymore and when they told him how they fucked the kid over he said that they've lost a damn good employee. Which is true -- the kid works his ass off as long as it's not one of my parents asking him to do it.

-- Okay, I caved and watched Top Design. I think I want to keep Goil, much like an adorable little puppy with wild black fur who changes the positioning of the couch when I'm not looking. Also, the room that lost may have looked dumb, but I'm in love with that Chinese wedding bed. Oh, and if that's Todd Oldham's normal speaking voice I may not last the season.

-- Speaking of designing a room, I'm thinking I need to get a futon so I don't have to use the day bed, possibly put an actual bed in the bedroom, and decorate the spare room. Now all I have to do is sell a kidney on the black market and I should have the cash for it.

-- You know what I should have pointed out in that letter I sent to the CW with the Encyclopedia of Heavy Metal? That I know about ten people in my everyday life who are such avid fans of the show that I can get into in-depth conversations about Supernatural with and yet I cannot find one damn person to talk about Heroes with. I don't know what that says about the ratings, but ... *grrrr*.

-- Tomorrow I'm going to the shiny Barnes and Noble in Wilkes-Barre I didn't get to explore for nearly long enough last time and then to the Panera in the next building over to write. WHEE!

-- I really rather desperately want to write that fic where Jo loses her virginity to Ash tonight, but I'm so astoundingly tired I'm going to work on it tomorrow instead. You know, after I make a dent in the Books of Boggs, which I've been slacking on. (I don't think the 750-words-a-day thing works for me half as well as weekly five-thousand-word purges. *shrugs*)