WHAT.

According to the TWoP forums, Sandhurst said on his Twitter that he, Branden and Colin are maybe going to move to NY and live together.

Dear Bravo,

I would rather watch that than the Real Housewives of pretty much anywhere.

Preferably if you hide all of their clothes.

Sincerely,

Me

EDIT: Also, somebody else over there mentioned that last season at this stage of the game, it was the He-Man Woman Haters Club going on, and then there was that last scene tonight. Definitely a nice change there.

I should not be left alone with gif tutorials.

( ... or clips of the Perry/Casey gay porn fest from last season of Make Me A Supermodel. )

Bah.

I wasn't going to go to the cafe today considering how broke I am but fuck it, I need to get out of here and get something written today if it KILLS me.

My current WIPs:

-- Heroine Addiction. Still trying to make sure I know where I'm going from here.

-- The Grand Prize Winner. Still can't bring myself to edit it, just picturing the massive headache I'll get.

-- The virgin snarkfest. Currently more of an idea than anything else.

-- apocalyptothon assignment. Know what I'm writing, just have to put my butt in a seat and do it.

-- stori_telling prompt. Need to download Merlin again, laptop possibly too crappy to handle it.

... urgh.

Ooo, ooo!

Ausiello has a Glee spoiler!

( *fidgets* )

Heh.

( A quick comment on SYTYCD )

I think I'm in the wrong apartment.

The good:

My apartment is ... okay, it's not spotless, but it's close! I still have another load of laundry to do, and to vacuum the kitchen, and the cat litter needs to be cleaned but I want to save it until the morning so I can do it right before I take the garbage out and it can cover the smell of the gross food that's got to go in there. Aside from that, though, I even managed to put away my clean clothes rather than taking them into my bedroom and dumping them onto my bed, which is why I sleep on the couch so damn often. Heh.

The bad:

Because I spent so much time cleaning, I didn't get anything written today. I want to write a couple of chapters at the end of the book before I start in on chapter nineteen just so I can work out a few details first, like who's living and who's dying and who's blowing things up and whatnot.

The "OMG, are we there yet?!":

I'm going to see Up tomorrow! I probably shouldn't be spending the money but screw it, it's Pixar.

The confused:

I continue to not understand why I'm still watching The Fashion Show, although I will admit that the level of design just shot up now that they're working by themselves. Still doesn't change the fact I wouldn't shove most of these people out of the way of a speeding bus, and we haven't even gotten to the always-painful "real women" challenge we'll get to indulge in next week.

Meanwhile, Tim Gunn's in EW talking about how one season six challenge almost made him pass out, it was so awesome. PR doesn't start until August. FML.

The Pillsbury Doughboy:

I need to get up off my ass like crazy. Somewhere between the rainy weather and the writing, dragging myself off the couch is becoming a job of work.