In Brightest Day, In Blackest Night

Oh Doctor Who and The West Wing, never stop being such awesome shows, okay? And never stop inspiring me with ideas of some of the most cracked out crossover fics ever, okay? OH, AND FIVE? STOP LOOKING LIKE MY DAD, OKAY! IT'S STILL FREAKING ME OUT!

Also, my entire left palm and wrist are covered in a very intricate henna design. It looks super cool, but keeps freaking me out, cause every time I turn my hand over, it's "Oh, holy shit! Wasn't expecting that!"

Taco's tomorrow! And probably watching the JoBros movie for the lulz. I think the oldest is my age? And they all have purity rings or some shit? Craaaaaaaaazy.

I can't wait for the fourth of July. Man, I am totally going to blow up some shit, just like every year. Although I really hope we don't set the house on fire like we almost did last year.

Did I just say shit three times in one post? Okay, four now.

HAI GUYS, I SMELL LIKE SENSUAL AMBER.

I SMELL GOOOOOD.

WHEEEEEEEE! DRUNK POST! AND MY BOYFRIEND IS PLAYING GUILTY GEAR (YES, THE ONE WITH BRIDGET, THE TRAP), AND I AM AWESOME. AND REALY WASTED.

I'm disappointed that I wasn't able to make it to the farmers market this morning, but it started at six, and that's waaaaay too early for someone that normally gets to sleep around 4 am.

If there are any Australians on my flist, we're (my bf and i) are drinking Foster's, which is probably as Australian as Milwaukee's Best is Milwaukeean (that is to say, not at all representative of the country/city of origin).

Mandie, I fucking swear that I'm gonna start mapping out the Psychic!Bob story for you, once finals are over around the 16th. I will be a fic machine for you, woman.

Mifflin Street block party was today. I love Madison and it's drinking/political culture. They sorta go hand in unsteady hand in this town.

Ugh, and my parents are visiting me tomorrow. I hope we actually do something instead of sit around and talk, cause then that will be the most awkward thing ever. And I need groceries. I accidentally got regular oranges instead of blood oranges. And that is the reason why you don't go grocery shopping at 3 am.

It's funny to think that if I had been in the hardcore/underground music scene more back in high school I probably could have seen Matt Mixon and 7 Angels 7 Plagues live, which means that I fail. And that I love southeastern Wisconsin. US (SOUTHEASTERN WI) AND THE CHICAGO METRO AREA ARE LIKE THE NEW JERSEY OF THE MIDWEST. IT IS BOTH MUSICALLY AWESOME AND TERRIFYING IN THE RATE OF BOTH URBAN AND SUBURBAN DRUG USE AND CRIME.

This post took waaaaaaay too fucking long to post. I had to like respell every other word cause I'm that drunk.

HEY FLIST, I LOVE YOU ALL. YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY MAKE MY LIFE MORE AWESOME WITH BANDOM AND SPN NEWS AND FUNNY SHIT AND MUSIC AND JUST GENERALLY BEING THE COOLEST PEOPLE ON THE NET. HAVE FUN THIS WEEKEND BITCHES.