Hey! Hey, stop that!

SNOW?!

But ... but ... I put away the puffy coat, damn it!

Stop doing that, you stupid --

*runs outside and starts trying to catch as many flakes as possible with my cowboy hat*

If they don't hit the ground it doesn't count, right? Right?!

GO BACK UP, DAMN IT.

Woohoo!

REMIX DONE!

\o/

... sleep now? *whimpers*

I don't like religious holidays, but I love me a holiday with candy involved.

I just woke up. YAY! Eight whole hours of sleep. I don't know what to do with myself, although making a quick grocery store run appears to be on the schedule. I need eggs, Tostitos, chicken, ice cream and chocolate. Although I'm not going to eat them all at the same time, because that would be gross.

Um, I need a beta for my Remix story. It's in one of my current fandoms and it helps if you're not easily squicked pairing-wise. Anyone bored and up for an edit? Pleeeeeease? *bats eyelashes*

Of course, now I can write my AWESOME spn_j2_bigbang idea. Yay again! I just have to do a little more planning but other than that I'm all set. *beams* (And I've told myself that if I can get five thousand words of it written today I can start a drunken movie recap.)

I'm currently watching the Top Design marathon. Oh, man, make me stop. Watching them judge these rooms seemingly at random and observing Kelly Weartsler's increasingly awful outfits and hairstyles is making my brain hurt. The only thing making it any better is that they're showing commercials for Shear Genius which I'm pretty sure is going to suck on toast and yet I really, really want to watch it. Maybe it's that they have a contestant who calls himself Dr. Boogie in complete seriousness. *hands in air*

Because I love BJ Novak and hate when candy companies fuck with proportions ...

Cadbury creme eggs are smaller than they used to be.

Bwahahahaha!

Jared Padalecki is going to play Thomas Kinkade. Yes, cheap-ass cheesy cottage paintings Thomas Kinkade.

How is it that I loathe and despise Thomas Kinkade and yet LOVE this? It's the paint-covered fingers, isn't it? I mean, that's got to be part of it, although I think it's the somebody's-got-some-serious-impeding-your-ability-to-walk-balls factor of writing a very serious movie about Thomas Kinkade in which at no point will he say, "Hey, let's mass-produce ugly pictures of candlelit cottages and drain any artistic merit right out of them!"

I think it's the Peter O'Toole thing. Because, you know, it's Peter O'Toole.

There's a part of me that thinks the only way this could amuse me more on some fundamental level is if he were playing Bob Ross and painted happy trees and wore a fake afro for two hours.