Perfectly Imperfect

1. If I see one more person warn for slash, ESPECIALLY in the same line as something actually deserving of a warning like dub-con, I think I might scream.

2. I'm having trouble pasting text into the LJ text box. The lines of text always end up breaking and then I have to spend forever scrolling through the whole thing and fixing it so it doesn't look like I'm trying to pull some e.e. cummings shit. Anyone else having this problem?

3. I'm getting kind of tired of seeing characters with eidetic memories popping up all over television, especially when their eidetic memory is presented as their biggest defining characteristic.

4. I'm putting together a picspam entirely devoted to dimples. I'm super excited about this. \o/ THardy doesn't really have dimples, so let's go ahead and post a couple pictures of him now so that I won't be sad later when he isn't in my picspam.

 

HAVE YOU EVER HAD ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHERE YOU KNEW YOU NEEDED TO BE WORKING ON MULTIPLE COMMENT FICS, CHARITY FICS, AND BIG BANGS IN ADDITION TO SCOURING THE INTERNET LOOKING FOR JOB OPPORTUNITIES BECAUSE YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED AND YOUR SAVINGS FOR COLLEGE IS OFFICIALLY EMPTY, BUT INSTEAD YOU SPEND IT READING FIC ABOUT HOW GOD IS A DUCK, EATING CHOCOLATE, DAYDREAMING ABOUT A FIC THAT WILL NEVER BE WRITTEN BECAUSE THE OC IN YOUR HEAD IS THE QUEEN OF THE MARY SUES, FEELING TOO HERMITY AND ANTISOCIAL TO ANSWER COMMENTS, AND LISTENING TO CRACKY SONGS?

Things have been kind of shitty lately. Like, seriously shitty. It seems like I bottle things up the most when they're really bad. I'm not looking for sympathy or for anyone to talk to. I just want to toss it out there that things aren't going well for me right now, so don't be surprised if I'm only on here sporadically for a while.

In the meantime, I have a plan. Well, for the night at least.

1. Eat my bowl of ice cream.
2. Polish off this second bottle of wine.
3. Curl up and cry a little.
4. Remind myself that life doesn't stop, no matter how much you'd like to take a vacation from reality.
5. Answer comments that I've been ignoring.
6. Write something for TWYL that isn't such crap that it makes me want to slit my wrists.

When did it get to the point where I feel like a failure if I don't have something new to post every day? The more I write fanfiction, the more I remember why I stopped writing it in the first place. It's something I enjoy, but I have a way of sucking all the fun out of it. My stress reliever shouldn't feel like an obligation.

I don't want to burn out on writing fanfiction again, but there's a part of my brain that's already counting down to when I do.

Feeling a lot better, but still not great. Taking it easy today. Watching reruns of Frasier, doing some cryptograms, and bumbling my way through researching a fic I'm trying to plot out. Family law is confusing, y'all.

For some reason, I've had The Way We Were stuck in my head all day.

I don't feel good, but this picture of a puppy made me smile.

Ever have one of those days where it feels like nobody would care or even notice if you just completely disappeared? Am currently throwing a mini pity party that consists of dying my hair, chocolate chips, and the first season of Dr. Who. Yep, it's definitely been one of those days.