Okay, to reiterate and play catch-up: life hard. Want cookies.
Middle Sister and Boyfriend are marrying on the ninth. They're disturbingly excited about the coming baby. This is significant in the fact we have about seven and a half months to get ready for this kid.
Now, recently, I started pulling up Baby Armani and staring lustfully at overpriced sleeperes at Macy's. This can all be explained by the fact that I was feeling crappy this last weekend and suddenly thought to myself, I need to read QaF fic!
Oh dear God. I never get out of those fic without suddenly wanting to take out a loan and go on a Prada buying spree, even though:
a.) I'm not very much into designer, and know painfully little about it, and care less.
b.) I'd need a serious loan to *afford* it.
I think the bad part is, I didn't want to read the good stuff off my and some other people's rec pages. Oh no. I wanted romance. Deep romance. Beautiful, purple, talk-about-feelings, everyone-cries, epic romance.
Which is why I was emailing eleveninches this:
(you can actually trace my slow but inevitable slide to insanity through my email.)
Note: been reading QAF. Had rage blackout at black background with green
text. WHO DOES THAT EVEN IN FREAKING 2003????? OH MY GOD.
Also. Do you remmber that superangsty dom/sub Brian/Justin with all the
drugs and it's like five thousand parts and yeah, that describes a lot of
fic in that fandom. *sighs* I just remember this one bit where they are
seeing a psychologist which is totally awesome with Justin walking around
with a black eye because it's very healthy in their relationship or
I am seriously looking for Tourette's Syndrome Justin.
I think someone should kill me now.
I haven't looked at ATP for a while. I think I will tonight. I have no
reason to *WANT TO LIVE*.
Though there's another series now I want to re-read, where Justin never
meets Brian but instead some doctor and is held captive until Brian saves
him adn he'sall beat up and it's very romantic and OMGIWANTTODIE.
Going home to die now, kthx.
I WILL FIND THEM AND SEND YOU LINKS! THAT WILL BE MY REVENGE.
I have no idea why I'm revisiting this. I think I missed Brian. It's so
weird. A part of me really wants an excuse for Brian and John Sheppard
to meet and have sex and for the life of me, I cannot figure out *how*.
Then Amireal is having morbid plotbunnies of Dean Winchester and Ted
bonding while Brian nails Sam in the backroom and then we lit the
plotbunny on fire and promised never to speak of this again.
Wednesday, even later
There is not enough bleach in the *world* to erase the image of Ted
The word spork was invented for this moment.
Thursday, very early
I AM READING [Fic X] AND I AM GOING TO SO KILL MYSELF IT IS
OH MY GOD 809 PAGES LONG IN TIMES NEW ROMAN AT 12 POINT FONT. I THINK I
WOULD FEEL BETTER IF IT WAS IN EIGHT SO THE HORROR WOULD LOOK LIKE LESS.
GOD THERE ARE GOING TO BE BABIES PLZ SEND HELP.
I CAN'T BRIAN IS TALKING ABOUT HIS FEELINGS AND RUNNING TO ITALY TO FIND
YES HIS HUSBAND OH GOD LET ME DIE
Thursday, very late
[sent her traumatizing fic section. I think she blacklisted me]
Youngest sister is MIA again, after moving back in and fighing with everyone. OTOH, this means I don't have to obsessively hide the Ritalin in a new place every damn day.
Going to the beach with entire family this weekend. We rented a condo on the beach, so it should be interesting, provided we all don't try to kill each other.
Vannezsa's agreed to care for Waffles. I pity her malleability.
Universe is slowly becoming less hectic. My sleep has been seriously fucked this week with the sudden influx of--well, everything. I think it's some kind of karmic justice thing for me and Madelyn spending all of the last day of the cruise lying in lounge chairs in the sun and snapping our fingers for more daquiris and maui mauis. It was a lot of daquiris and maui mauis.
Totally worth it. I have the cruise pictures on my camera and will upload a few when I can get the docking station to stop being idiotic. There are none in existence of me doing karaoke while perhaps a bit not-sober. This is a good thing. I just wish there were pictures of svmadelyn on her horse. You should ask her about it. Really. It doesn't even make her grind her teeth audibly anymore!
Honestly, after this next weekend? I cannot *wait* to get back to normal.
*sends special love to the slumberparty girls* I miss you all. It was amazing fun.