|Yo, flist!||[Jun. 3rd, 2008|06:01 pm]|
I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, for those of you who are worried. Last week was a little off-the-wall. I slept over at a friend's house, and babysat her daughter all day. Unfortunately, their internet connection sucks (ironic, considering her husband works at TDS, which is their ISP and mine), so I only managed to get on and check my email once - on Tuesday. Checking the flist was out, what with a nosy 8-year-old on the premises. Her mom still gets freaked out about the idea of her seeing straight people kissing, I can only imagine the reaction if I said, "Look at the pretty gay boys!"|
Finally made it home late Friday night and for some bizarre reason (OCD, perhaps?), felt the need to spring-clean my darling Firefox. I tend to bookmark anything and everything if I don't have time for it right this second so I end up with tons of links, going, "Um, I don't even remember what this was for...?" Anyway, I pretty much spent the weekend trying to be productive...and getting sidetracked by QaF icons at every turn. Well, that and shopping and swimming.
"Smoking pot will not make you go on a killing spree." I think the best response came from vulgarweed: Well, I could buy it. If the story was written from the POV of a traumatized orange crumb, the only survivor of a terrible massacre of the Dorito People. *dies laughing*
One of my dear friends is in Italy this summer. :) She's keeping a weekly journal (and getting paid for it). I'm so very jealous.
ION, it's Justin's driver's license! We'll ignore the fact that there are obvious continuity issues. I love his expression in the picture. For a *cough* 17-year-old getting his license renewed, he looks surprisingly pissy.
Anywho, I'm off to organize and maybe cut down on the humongous list of fics I have set aside to read. See you at the Slumber Party (I hope)!