Perfectly Imperfect

Apparently, I am everyone and everyone is me.

I'd almost forgotten that this had even happened, but earlier this year I disagreed with someone on the internet after she posted a link to a flouncy, mostly incoherent rant in her personal LJ to a Criminal Minds comm I follow. Shocking, I know. After a few back and forths, I told her I was done arguing. I felt like she was being deliberately obtuse and insulting and didn't feel like dealing with her particular brand of annoying anymore.

Apparently, it didn't end there. Either scroll down about halfway or do a search for my screen name if you want to skip to where I'm relevant.

And then someone made icons.

I can't stop laughing. This is hilarious.

In the past 24 hours, I've run over 21 miles and eaten about a billion calories. Apparently, I grieve by binge eating and over exercising. Good to know, I guess.

I also can't write seem to write anything, which is horrible and unfair. Fuck but I really hate today. I hate it so, so much. Thank goodness it's almost over.

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.

Okay, so I've already mentioned that Amelia Doyle, my OC from Hardly Ever, is going to be playing a major part in my Criminal Minds big bang fic, since at this point she's a permanent fixture in my head canon for Spencer's childhood and the fic's set before he joins the FBI. Last night I was bored and having trouble concentrating and I ended up messing around on google where I stumbled across this picture. Okay, so the hair is a little lighter than I imagined and her eyes are blue instead of brown, but every time I look at this, all I can think is 'Hello, teenage Amelia.'