Perfectly Imperfect

It's reached that magical time of the night where I do things like pretend to be a dinosaur at my cats and think that telling the internet everything that goes on in my head is the Best Idea Ever.

1. One of my oldest friends is visiting from out of town. She was always the pretty, preppy one in our group. Girl was a straight up cheerleader. In contrast, I wore oversized t-shirts and baggy guys jeans for the better part of about six years because I developed early and was ridiculously self conscious about having an hourglass figure in junior high. That said, it was kind of a shock to see her again for the first time in two years. While I've been losing weight, she's been gaining it. She's still the same pretty girl I've always known, but for the first time in all the years and years that we've known each other, I'm smaller than she is. It's kind of a mindfuck.

2. I think the reason I don't ever even try to write het porn is because there are no good words for the vagina. Vagina sounds too clinical, pussy and cunt make me cringe, and everything else either sounds gross or too flowery. Why are there no good words for lady parts, people? Can we change that? Anybody have a suggestion?

3. I just remembered that I'm supposed to be singing the special music in church on Sunday morning. And I agreed to go out drinking with the friend from 1 tonight. Not my best move. Oh well. It's not like I was planning on drinking much anyway.

4. There's this guy I might possibly have a tiny crush on, but I can't figure out if I like him or the idea of him--he's a nice guy and I could seriously do with a nice guy, especially after the shit I went through with my ex. I was talking with a mutual friend of ours who knew him before I did the other day, and she told me that when she first met him, she thought we'd make a good couple, except I was living several hours away at that time. Not sure what to do with that. Probably the same thing I always do: Nothing. Because I have no lady balls. None at all.

5. I've always been very adamant that while I don't judge people who read/write RPF, it's very much Not My Thing unless the people involved have been dead for about a century or so. My not so inner history nerd is a total whore for historical fiction. That said, I am totally going over to the dark side. RPS has turned into my dirty little secret the last few weeks. I can't stop reading it and I have a sneaking suspicion that it's only a matter of time until I try my hand at writing some. I have made impassioned arguments at topetine that I'm not truly a lost cause until I write it, but all these actors make it so damn hard to not write about their secret love. GUYS! STOP HAVING THE AUDACITY TO BE HAPPY AND AFFECTIONATE IN PUBLIC. GAH. YOU'RE EXPLODING MY BRAIN OVER HERE.

So, I don't know who did it since neither of my usual suspects-topetine and luredin-submitted nominations, but somebody nominated Serious and Inconsequential as Best Oneshot for this year's cmfanficawards. I've never had my writing nominated for anything before and I'm about ten different kinds of tickled and flattered right now, so a huge thank you to whoever did this! :D

If you've been following me long enough, then you might have picked up on the fact that I'm a reluctant country girl. I have a barn and everything.
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Your life will never be complete until you've watched this.

My Ethics teacher is kind of dreamy. He talks with his hands-which are nice like whoa-and tells bad punny jokes and has these amazing dimples. Thank you, Dr. Eye Candy, for giving me motivation to go to class.

 1. I'm ridiculously attracted to David Rossi/Joe Mantegna considering that he's old enough to be my grandfather. Seriously. I want to do horrible, dirty things to him that would make a sailor blush. And for some reason the fact that he's been with his wife since 1975 just makes him that much hotter to me. Not that I want to wreck his home or anything. Maybe someone willing to commit is just a turn on after my last boyfriend?

2. CBS needs to pull its head out of its ass and realize that all it's managing to do is piss off a huge portion of its fanbase. Yes, I like me some eye candy and have been known to watch portions of programs just to do some idle ogling. But you know what makes me stick around through the commercial break? If there's substance behind the pretty faces. And the ladies of CM have substance and class in spades.

3. I'm addicted to the CM kinkmeme. Not even joking. Every time I think I'm done, I see another prompt and off I go. Someone should probably take my computer away from me for a while so that I can sleep.

4. I'm way too much of an attention whore for completely anonymous memes. Not claiming stuff makes me feel all twitchy.

5. Even if someone answers the prompt I posted, there's a better than good chance that I'm going to end up writing it myself anyway.

6. I'm watching Alvin and the Chipmunks because MGG is in it and now I can't stop wondering whether or not there are any recordings of him singing. Does anyone know? And if there are, can you point me in their direction? Unless they suck. I'm a musical snob and I don't want to be all bitchy toward MGG, because I adore the boy to pieces.

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.

Thrift stores kick ass. Got six tops for about five dollars today. And they're all really cute and summery and they actually look halfway decent on me. Also? One of the stores had books on sale for ten for a dollar. Guess who got lovely books for a buck? <3

Saturdays are definitely Family Time in my house. My mom and I have a standing date every Saturday that I'm home to go out to thrift stores and do any additional, nongrocery shopping that needs doing. I can't remember exactly when we started doing it, but it was before I started driving. Maybe when I was 13-14? So it's been going on probably about ten years now. I'm ridiculously lucky to have parents that I actually get along with. Well, 90% of the time anyway.

Watching Die Hard tonight. I've never seen it before, so this should be interesting.

I love my kitty, but I swear to God, if he doesn't calm the fuck down soon, I'm going to rename him Captain McSpazzypants. He just crossed the room in three bounces. And it's a pretty big room.

Here, have some pretty bubbles!

Went on the FBI website to do a little research for a fic I'm writing and ended up playing on their kid's page for the better part of an hour. Didn't they used to have a feature where you could print out your own junior badge or something? Because I couldn't find it and I want one.