Entry Edited to Add This Title (I'm timey wimey and clever).

So hello!

In forcible cheerfulness, because I am firmly of the mind that one can wish bad feelings away with drugs. The thing is, I wrote most of this entry earlier last night, and now I don't feel sad. So WOOT! Who knew that all I needed was a judicious application of cocoa butter sleep? This slep thing. I LIKES IT.

1. Bonus! Tonight, sthayashi and his lovely wife are coming over, and we shall be drinking beer. Last time they were here, I had NINE. NINE. It was intergalactic planetary (planetary intergalactic). Hey! That was also the first night I met my boyfriend, Mister Cone! Mister Cone! Two weeks ago today! We should celebrate!

Mr Cone: WHUM WHUM WHUM WRRRRRRRRRRRR WHUM WHUM WHUM NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGT.

Aw, you charmer, you.

2. Hey there people, when you read Fray, do you ever wish Joss would just cool it with the future speak? I feel like I'm reading The Dark Knight Returns again, but with better art. I don't care how language is going to mutate in the next three hundred years or whatever. I'd like some fracking English. Aaaaaaand oh, Amand-r, how irony tastes like irony. Metal, and a layer of dirty cherries underneath, my precious. You know what would be great? Irony-flavored Alcopops.

3. I had a dream Wednesday night that two of my good friends called me up and wanted me to come over. When I got there, they sat me down and told me that they were getting a divorce. I don't know where she planned on moving, but he was going to rent the apartment they live in. It was surreal, and I am left with an uneasy feeling that will not go away. They were all like, "well, we've been growing apart for a while now, and blah blah."

( This is where I get emotional, self-deprecating, and in general become an asshole. )

5. Beer will cure what ails you.

6. You know what I wish there was more of in the world? Live Band Karaoke.

7. I forgot how much I loved arsenicjade, but NO LONGER. (HIGHLY EDITED, BABE)

Me: Grammar is like math. I understand grammar. It's like...when you approach a story and say to yourself, "Okay then, what am I trying to convey with this shit?" Because I don't fucking know. I wrote this thing, and here it is. Convey away.
Arsenic:: Well, except, I write stories all the time where like, I'm trying to convey something. and then people see something completely different in it that works for them, and I'm like, "awesome." It doesn't really matter that that wasn't my intent. Why does it matter what's conveyed?
Me: I guess, so that the story has a point. Like, did Hemingway ever worry about this shit? No, he fucking drank gin and punched cows in the face. Someone get me a bull to punch in the face.

I think I am done today. XD Yes. Yes I am. Now wait. Meme later. Oh no. Correction: l8tr.

Thw WIP Meme (ljcut for your pleasure!)

I like the WIP meme because I kind of need encouragement now and then, and as I cannot afford the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, I was hoping y'all might help a brother out. Also? I went down to Blush Gentlemen's Club, but NOT ONLY WOULD THEY NOT READ EXCERPTS FROM MY FIC, THEY WOULDN'T LET ME ON THE TARDIS POLE. LOL I originally typed that "Gwentlemen's Club." Here's a roll of ones, Gwen. Have a good time.

( Some Harry Potter. Some Torchwood. Some Highlander. )

HOLY SHIT RUN, GDL, RUN.

( It started to be about Torchsong, but degenerated into Supreme Dalek's plan for Slurpees. )

If GDL turns out to be the only member of Torchwood there, I think they should rename it IANTOCON. OR POSSIBLY IANTOKEN, as in Ianto is the Token Torchwood member.