the Dalaverse

::waves to flist::

Hey guys! I've been quiet lately, but I assure, it is not because things have been going badly as is normally the case when I'm quiet. I'm just...I dunno. I use LJ to type up private posts with fic snippets in them, which I then don't actually write. I really need to work on my space_married fics and also there are like five kink meme prompts I am really, truly writing, and then there's all the other crap in the to-be-written file.

Anyway.

I'm posting now because I am slightly drunk.

Only slightly, because it's a Wednesday night and I'm going to bed at 10:30 so I can get up at 5:15 and GO TO THE GYM. So that's happening, in theory. What else has happened? Last Saturday or the Saturday before this last one, whatever, I went to Kings Dominion with Jessie and sundry and lo, fun was had. I didn't even get sunburned. It was crazy hot. We went on every roller coaster except the standing-up one because it is uncomfortable, and the new Hollywood stunt coaster thing which looked like fun. And the Scooby Doo, but we did go on the Richochet twice. The Loch Ness Monster is NOT aging well, guys, it gave me a vicious headache. OMG, there was no one in line for the wooden coasters! Wtf is wrong with people? Wooden coasters are clearly and unequivocally the MOST AWESOME. FUCK EVERYBODY, I LOVE THE REBEL YELL THE BEST. But they ARE building this bitchin steel coaster that is basically just a 300-foot drop. I'm super excited about that one.

What else? This past weekend, I spent SHOPPING. I bought severely awesome boots, which I wore tonight with jeans and was pleased with myself everytime I looked down. Oh, and I bought a bed! Goodbye old broken twin posterbed I've had since I was literally four, hello shiny new captain's bed with your enticing drawers and your sexy bookshelves. I cannot wait to sleep inside your knotty pine dreamscape.

Tonight was drinks at Growlers with Megan (and baaaad live solos - points to the guy for doing "Fuck Her Gently," but massive points detracted for SUCKING AT SINGING); tomorrow is hopefully drinks with Megan and Katherine at a location of my choosing, given as that I will be designated driver because Friday morning we leave for New York and my cousin's wedding! YAY. I have a dress and shoes and a purse and tiny sweater and THEY ALL MATCH PERFECTLY. But did I mention my grandmother is coming tomorrow? Those of you who were here for the whole multiple heart attacks debacle five years ago may remember her as Grandma Snark. Seriously, I know she's 91, but she is DIFFICULT. And she gave me this book for graduation and I never read it and now I have to go on Wikipedia and look that shit up because even though it was two years ago, I KNOW she will want to talk about it. My grandmother is awesome, but she is also...look, you'd have to meet her to understand. On the plus side, my mother is always really nice to me when Grandma Libby visits because there is so much tension between them (Mom is not the Favorite Child, she's like fourth in line).

...I am just drunk enough to ramble incessantly, but not nearly drunk enough to accept typos. This is an acceptable level of drunkenness for sweet sweet sleep, I'm thinking. I really need to get back to writing, because I love my fandom and I love my OTP and I love all y'all.

And with that I shall say good night.

Can someone send Chris Pine to my house? I think that needs to happen.

ETA remind me to do my nice black pants in the morning. SELF: LAUNDRY.