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UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH I FAIL AT LIIIIIIIIFE
And by life I mean lj. Same thing, right? Or at least the lines between the two have always been hazy. Things we know.
But seriously, I know I have been absent here other than popping in sporadically and spamming you with pics of people who will never be cast in things that will never exist outside of my brain. I'm just so very tired all the time, especially when I get home at night, that all I want to do is watch TV and reblog pictures of pretty people on tumblr. Because that's easier. It involves zero investment. All I have to do is press a button. I still love lj, I swear, but I guess I needed a bit of a break from it? Or I am lazy, one or the other. Probably the same thing.
I haven't written anything longer than three or four sentences in forever. I sit down to write and end up making lists. Mostly lists for picspams. Sometimes lists of why I love one thing or another. And I got to thinking yesterday (while other people were ranting about Valentine's Day, which I get, but it's one of those things I just can't muster up the emotional energy to hate? I really have zero feelings on it. Which kind of rocks my worldview, discovering that something exists which I have zero feelings on. But there you go) that maybe it's a good thing no relationships are on the horizon for me, because wouldn't that just take so much emotional energy? Like, how could I ever find a guy I could love more than I love British television? And fried food? And Faulkner novels? And Vienna? And the internet? And when given a choice between being with people (and by people I mean people who are either A) not related to me, B) the BFF, or C) Lil Sis's BFF) or being home and spending time with my beautiful, beautiful computer and my very comfy armchair, I'm like "INTERNET TIME! PICSPAM-MAKING TIME! READING YA NOVELS TIME! STAYING HOME AND WATCHING THINGS WHILE WEARING MINIMAL CLOTHING TIME!"
Wait. Maybe what I meant by "I fail at life" is "I fail at life."
Anyways, enough wallowing in my fail-dom. Popping in. Tell me about your lives. Tell me anything. Ask me anything. Post random gifs. Whatever. I've missed y'all, even if the idea of wading through comments or my flist is too overwhelming to contemplate at the moment. Still: hi! ♥
Oh, and I think I have a few fic recs for you later! So that's contributing, right?
But seriously, I know I have been absent here other than popping in sporadically and spamming you with pics of people who will never be cast in things that will never exist outside of my brain. I'm just so very tired all the time, especially when I get home at night, that all I want to do is watch TV and reblog pictures of pretty people on tumblr. Because that's easier. It involves zero investment. All I have to do is press a button. I still love lj, I swear, but I guess I needed a bit of a break from it? Or I am lazy, one or the other. Probably the same thing.
I haven't written anything longer than three or four sentences in forever. I sit down to write and end up making lists. Mostly lists for picspams. Sometimes lists of why I love one thing or another. And I got to thinking yesterday (while other people were ranting about Valentine's Day, which I get, but it's one of those things I just can't muster up the emotional energy to hate? I really have zero feelings on it. Which kind of rocks my worldview, discovering that something exists which I have zero feelings on. But there you go) that maybe it's a good thing no relationships are on the horizon for me, because wouldn't that just take so much emotional energy? Like, how could I ever find a guy I could love more than I love British television? And fried food? And Faulkner novels? And Vienna? And the internet? And when given a choice between being with people (and by people I mean people who are either A) not related to me, B) the BFF, or C) Lil Sis's BFF) or being home and spending time with my beautiful, beautiful computer and my very comfy armchair, I'm like "INTERNET TIME! PICSPAM-MAKING TIME! READING YA NOVELS TIME! STAYING HOME AND WATCHING THINGS WHILE WEARING MINIMAL CLOTHING TIME!"
Wait. Maybe what I meant by "I fail at life" is "I fail at life."
Anyways, enough wallowing in my fail-dom. Popping in. Tell me about your lives. Tell me anything. Ask me anything. Post random gifs. Whatever. I've missed y'all, even if the idea of wading through comments or my flist is too overwhelming to contemplate at the moment. Still: hi! ♥
Oh, and I think I have a few fic recs for you later! So that's contributing, right?
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Oh, I know! WINTER. Least favorite thing. I am so over the cold. Thankfully here it's hovered around 50 degrees for the last couple of days so it hasn't been quite as bad as it could be (I was in shorts on Sunday washing my truck--it was a gorgeous day), but I have a feeling we'll have at least one more snowfall before spring comes for good, which is RIDICULOUS because I can't remember the last time we have more than one dusting of snow a year. Craziness. All of that to say: weather affects my mood and I will be glad when spring comes.
You are quite busy! Good luck on getting things done, though I understand the appeal of flopping!
It was good! Though now I'm all sad that Tom's gone away--I have an unreasonable fondness for me because of how much he looks like his sister, and I flail whenever he came onscreen and I was like IT'S LAUREN SOCHA'S BROTHER OMG. Maybe he'll come back or go be on Misfits or something.
BUT YES. The Annie/Mitchell was awful. I had to fastforward through a few of their scenes. I already wasn't crazy about the idea of them together, but this made me cringe so much. I do look forward to seeing it all go to hell in a handbasket, though, because obviously this is not going to end well.
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