that was pretty fucking ninja

ROFLROFL I just saw Elijah Wood on Yo Gabba Gabba and totes thought I was dreaming/hallucinating/dead.  Since I had a dream about legs (YES, JUST LEGS) taking over my city last night, it didn't seem far fetched.

I am deathly, deathly ill.  Not really,  but I've got this stupid ridiculous cough that makes me blue in the face and hot all over and tiiiiiiiiiiiired all day.  Honestly I'd rather be deathly ill. Then maybe death would come and I'd be put out of my fucking misery.

My icon'ing is broke. I've tried and tried to icon 4.01 and I just can't get the coloring right. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but FUCK. Powers that Be, I am not fond of this coloring.

Generation Kill is my new fetish. What? I like Marine porn. Does that make me a bad person? If you want to live, don't answer that.

Since getting my DVR, I'll started collecting shiny new fandoms like a crazy person! Fringe, The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Entourage, and Generation Kill - which was just a mini-series and is over, but I keep watching again and again on my dvr b/c the srs eyefucking Fick and Colbert do makes me happy in my pants. And Dark Angel, because I'd never seen it before. But I'm not impressed with the ones sans Alec. >_>  I'm impressed with my attention span being able to HANDLE that many fandoms. For serious.

K, I'm just gonna go curl up and try v. v. hard to die now. *salute*

happy times for boys

So I wrote this comment fic forbigfiction because she's totally worried for the boys. It should be noted that so am I, I'm just better at denial than she is. :p Spoilers obviously, if you haven't seen 4.01.


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