Bravo has me by the short hairs.

First off, a more thorough reaction to the Project Runway contestants they've revealed for next season:

Chris -- Soooo Jay Redux. Not that I'm complaining, because nice or mean Jay always made me laugh, but there's a big part of me that really hopes he won't be wearing that lime green tie again. Oh, sweetie, NO.

Jillian -- I didn't think much of her when I first saw the promo with her in it, although I did think her dress was pretty, but then somebody on TWoP mentioned she was a semifinalist on last season's Road to the Runway. And all I can say is God, I hope she's secretly witty, because she's scary soft-spoken and I really don't want that to get in the way of her clothes, which look really cute.

Christian -- No, seriously, Justin Suarez in ten years. Except Hilda would never let him out of the house with his hair like that. And knowing the gang at Mode would totally explain why he's that young and already so damn experienced.

SHOW ME MORE, DAMN IT.

*grabbyhands*

(It's possible I'm going through withdrawal and Guide to Style is only taunting me. *sigh*)

Fic: This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (CW RPS, PG-13)

Guess who finally wrote something?

THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE.

*twirls*

I would have made it longer but ... hell, fuck it, it's been like two months since I've written anything more than a sentence long. Winner. \o/

Title: This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: None
Summary: Crack AU! I was going to write a Dirty Jobs crossover where Mike Rowe rides along with the Winchesters (*flings plotbunny at ... uh, ANYBODY ELSE*) and somewhere along the line this line that I cracked during some internet discussion about an actor signing up for a movie slipped into my brain where I said something like, “Oh, no, you don't get the character's superpowers until AFTER you make the movie.” And then I wrote this. *dances*
Author's note: Blaaaaaaaargh. *smacks writer's block around a little*

( This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things )

Dear old couple on the passenger side of the car I drove around in the bank parking lot ...

... this is three reasons why you fail.

A.) If you're both going to yell at me for whatever wrong it is you believe I committed, ROLL DOWN YOUR FUCKING WINDOW.

B.) Ma'am, I would be polite about this, but fuck that. Don't you wave your fucking finger at me. I am not your dog and I did not pee on your carpet. I am a grown woman you don't even know and there is no way in hell you should be doing something as rude and condescending to anyone who's done nothing wrong if you don't even know them. Hell, my mother's the only one who's allowed to do that to me, and she'd apologize afterwards for treating me like a child.

C.) Driving around your car, which was waiting in line for the drive-thru, to get to the closest available parking space that wasn't a ridiculously tight squeeze so that I can run in and use the ATM is not against the rules. Really. No one was walking in the parking lot, so it wasn't like I narrowly avoided hitting a nun or an orphan or something. I wasn't speeding, so you can't complain about that. In fact, the only possible reason I can think of for you to complain would be if your car wasn't waiting for the drive-thru and was actually a smidge extra away from the building so that you could back into the previously mentioned ridiculously cramped parking space. In which case ... well, gee whiz, it's a shame there's not some signal you could have given me to alert me of that fact. Like, maybe a blinking light on the right side of the car to tell me you were turning right, at which I would have figured out that the only possible parking space available was your intended destination.

In other words, all of that would be why I was giving you the "WTF?!" face.

Random stuff ...

-- I finally have my glasses! I went down and picked them up today, and I've been getting used to wearing them again. Still feels weird, but they look really cute on me and hey, it's now really easy to tell just how nearsighted I am. Not like I needed a pair of glasses to tell me that, but stuff's not blurry anymore, so yay! :)

-- Also received today -- my Firefly posters. Oh, man, so pretty. I know I've said that before, but ... *swoon* I really have to get them laminated or framed or something, though, but that's going to have to wait until I get money.

-- Hopefully I can scrounge up twenty bucks in the next couple of weeks so that I can pick up the lamp I want most when it's still on sale. So far, I've already gotten a throw blanket, a hazelnut coffee scented candles, two Halloween light strings, and the posters for the spare room. So basically, every little thing that I can afford and none of the major stuff. *shrugs*

-- Don't mind me. I'm still floating on a high from actually writing something. Wheeee!

Dude, SWEET.

You know what's awesome about getting the Firefly posters? Finding out about the Serenity ship papers.

*grabbyhands*

Oh, man, I wanted to buy those and have them professionally framed or something to hang in the spare room. *covets*