Okay, look.

I leave for twelve hours and you people decide to have the wank I've been waiting DAYS for.

*sigh*

Half of my friends list posts are about the same damn thing. Over and over and OVER again.

I'm probably the only one who responded to the information in question exactly as asked but not for the same reasons. Like, I deleted my "wincest" and "non-wincest" tags, but only because I've been meaning to come up with something better for ages. And I locked down what few questionably underage (if by underage you mean consenting teenagers fooling around, then ... okay, fine) stories I have not because some idiot who can't tell the difference between fiction and reality might report me to LJ Abuse, but because I'm now developing migraines thinking about my relatives finding it. (And yet I don't give a damn if they find the gay incest. Welcome to my family. It's all in the details. *shrugs*) And I'm going to archive my journal now, not because it might get deleted (dude, honestly, if I get lost, Google me ... I'm not that hard to find), but seriously, all of my fic from the last few years is here and I'll be damn if I'm going to lose it and I have no freakin' clue why I didn't until now other than that I may be a bit of a tool.

This is the shit I do when wank pops up. "Hmm, what's this post? I have to delete all of my usericons or monkeys will break into my house and tear off my arms? Well, I don't really believe that monkey thing, but cleaning out my icons ... good idea!"

Now, can we talk about something else? Anything?

I have Cheetos. What do you have?

My current favorite thing ...

... since it's Wednesday and my reality-show-addicted heart belongs to Bravo on Wednesdays, is the commercial for the season one/season two showdown show in preparation for the new season of Top Chef. It's just that Sam is standing there with his head tilted back scratching at his neck scruff like some sort of skeeve, Ilan has the crazy eyes, Elia's dyed her hair bleached fucking blonde which makes her look like the "after" photo in the Wanted poster for an escaped serial killer, and Marcel is smirking like he does (although he's admittedly the most normal-looking one in the group).

And then there's Tiffani standing there on the other side with the season one final four, staring down her nose at the season two idiots, and you can almost feel yourself develop telepathy as you hear her say in her head:

"... fucking posers."

In retrospect, Tiffani may have been a bitch but she was OUR bitch.

Two Bravo-reality-show-related comments ...

1. Okay, seriously, did they send Sam, Elia and Ilan to prison since last season? Because Sam's always been a skeeve and that bleached hair makes Elia look deranged, but they just aired another commercial for the cookoff and Ilan's got designs carved into his hair. Which, you know, is great considering he's needed another thing to add to the list of reasons he's a ginormous tool.

2. I'm rooting for Ben. He's not the most talented out of the three, but they're all lovely people and I will love whoever wins and I'm so damn thrilled to say that about the finalists in a competitive reality show that I'm cheering Ben on, since he's the underdog. (Yes, Daisy, not you. You've won how many challenges? I love you, m'darlin', but you are so very much NOT the underdog.)