Poetry & Prozac

Even though it's October, WiP Amnesty "Month" continues over at incendiarywits.

The newest additions are:

Enhanced Shine - 715 words about Ryan rediscovering his crush on Brendon circa Honda Civic Tour 2008. (I thought this was a WiP, but I suppose it could be a standalone ficlet, maybe.)

Snowed in Vegas - ficlet about the time it snowed and stuck in Vegas.

Not Like The Other Romans - 1,784 words about bi!Jon as requested by bruisesonguitar. It's sort of a roughly sketched out story, but technically complete.

fic where Brendon's a drug addict - 2,655 words. Guess what this one's about? It's a little dark, but nothing extreme. There's a scene emetephobes might want to scroll by, but it's not graphic.

I'd love a comment if you read any of these!

I've declared September to be my WiP Amnesty month. I have a LOT of abandoned WiPs, guys. Some I've been working on for over 2 years, others that are almost entirely plotted that I lost steam on, and lots of in between things.

I'm posting them to incendiarywits, which is my fic journal. You're under absolutely no obligation to follow it, I'll post links here.

This first set of stuff is mostly housekeeping. There's a finished fic, two ficlets, and a couple of WiPs in it. Three fandoms, because, yeah, my WiPs are that out-of-date.

The Ballad of Mark and Roger (Punk Rock Refrain is a Rent fic I wrote for Remix this year. In which Mark is the light at the end of Roger's tunnel through drugs and rehab.

Just a Building, Veronica Mars S3 ficlet where Veronica thinks about the many different ways she's seen the Sheriffs Department.

The Slow Burn is actually a full-fledged fic, except for how it lacks a plot and cohesion. Bandslash. Brendon and his ebb-and-flow crush on Pete. Because who doesn't have a crush on Pete Wentz?

Broadway!Brendon Bandslash AU in which Brendon is an actor on Broadway. This is like three introductory paragraphs, but I'm fond of them.

Touch!fic is a Cabin-era Panic at the Disco fic in which Brendon tries to stop touching his band and they fear for his physical and mental health.

So, those are those. Later this month: Polyamory fic, Ryan Ross: Pod Person, SpencerBrent School BFFs, the Saved by the Bell AU, the one where Brendon's a drug addict, and 20ish other gems of varying length and quality!

I am really really tired but my hair is not all the way dry yet and with this new haircut if I go to sleep on it I will have wacky awkward random poofs which are no good. So I'm up waiting for my hair to dry. Which is lame.

Clearly I do not have much in the way of news. I am getting super super excited for my visit to New York which starts next week. I will have days and days of uninterrupted snuggling with wordsaremyfaith and a Cab show (and a canadiankracka!) and this lunch meeting thing in the city and possibly hopefully some job interview-y things. But that is still not really a lot considering that I will be around for 10 days (excluding travel days). SO, if anyone wants to hang out/meet up, we definitely should! I like making plans, so, lets make some!

Work is. Really good. I'm mostly happy and the things I am not happy about I am A) learning to be zen about or B) still grateful because they provide me with money and are waaaaaay less boring than my last job. Also there are always free hugs and herbal tea (they let me keep a box of Thai Sweet Tea to be all mine for me! Because no one else would drink it. But still. Mine for me! With a really awesome retro mug that I have commandeered.)

I have become more and more of a fic snob which is unfortunate because it is limiting my reading a lot. But I just am over shitty fic. Or characters/pairings I'm not invested in. Which basically means good writers REALLY need to pick up the pace on Panic OT4 and Jon/Brendon. (I know, my fic reading life is SO HARD OMG. But. How is Brendon/Jon Panic's rarepair? I do not understand. There are nine million pictures of them being gay about each other. WHATEVER, fandom. Way to fail. ...I am going to stop before this turns into a picspam/rant. But Jon/Brendon, Brendon/Jon so OTP. Tin hats are shiny.)

Two questions: 1) who comes first in a A/B pairing identification? Is it alphabetical? Boy-or-top-or-dom/girl-or-bottom-or-sub? main character/secondary character? character whose pov is used/other character? OMG, Kelsey, there is no rhyme or reason, don't worry about it how are you so anal? OMG, Kelsey, it's OBVIOUS. Everyone knows it's _______
2) what is the proper grammar for that website where people post jobs/stuff/personal ads? Is it "craigslist"? "Craigslist"? "craig's list"? "Craig's list?" "Craig's List"? Some other permutation of that?
...These are burning questions that have plagued me for years. Please have answers.

My hair is totally not dry yet but I am going to bed.

* Soo, teeny, tiny calendar change.
citibyrd, wordsaremyfaith, and I will ALSO be at the San Diego YWT. I'll still be at San Jose, and wordsaremyfaith and I will still be going to Vegas as well. Anyone looking to meet up at San Diego, speak up!

* Random bandom question: Did Mikey Way record on The Black Parade?

* Anyone else who is interested in helping with Zoey's birthday present should let me know. The more the merrier!

* Should anyone need me this week, I'll be working 8 am - 1 pm, and around after that.

...I think that is all the business I have. One of these days I shall post either a mix or a picspam, so look for it!

* Fire danger is... not over, but I feel I am not in any danger of being burned to a crisp. So on to hilarity.

* Ahahahahahaha. Matt Caplan, you loser. You know I love you, honey. Even if you're a lame-o.

* Law and Order, Patrick Stump? REALLY?

* If those last two items switched, and Matt were on L&O and Patrick were in RENT? My life would be MADE.

Things that suck right now:
* migraine
* my second cold in a little over a month. (I never get sick, guys. I mean, migraines, yeah, but actual illness, no. SO not fun).
* My house-sitting people coming home early and not needing me. $50 =/= the promised $150. Try again, universe.
* Fall Out Boy randomly adding a Sacramento show (that I cannot go to).

Things that are awesome:
* The reason that I cannot go to the Sacramento show is that that is the night ZOEY IS COMING TO VISIT! And then we are going to Vegas for the last YWT show and meeting up with a bunch of other awesome people. (Also, possibly we might go to the San Diego show depending on if we can figure out transportation/a place to stay for the night before Vegas).
* Fall Out Boy covering Green Day's "Basketcase" !!! You GUYS. I got that album (tape, even, I had it on TAPE) for my 10th birthday. It was my first grown-up music. "Basketcase" is *my song*. I love Fall Out Boy so much for covering it, you don't even know. Now someone find me an mp3 rip! Um, please?
* I totally have a part-time job editing copy for the Laguna Beach Independent! It's like 4 hours a week working from home, but it is INCOME, doing something I LOVE. And I can totally do it while I do my post-Thanksgiving adventuring, so, YAY.

I kind of feel like I should post just because I've stolen the computer for like an hour and a half and I'm here and signed in and everything. I'm trying to keep up with everything, but I know I've missed stuff so please don't think I don't care or I'm avoiding you or anything. I'm so not!

Yesterday we went to the Natural History museum as planned and looked at various shapes of ...rocks, pretty much. It was awesome. Then it rained and we wandered and eventually came back and passed out because we were bizarrely exhausted for 9.30 at night.

The day before that we started talking about boys in bands and ended up starting a fic and not having the planned picnic in Central Park.

Today we basically just laid around and giggled. Actually, giggling's pretty much ALL we do. That and make up silly stories about band boys and say stupid things. (Today I laughed for 5 minutes over the word repeat, "like re-Pete, get it?" Zoey is wonderful and didn't hit me).

Um, yeah, we've actually been really boring, given our proximity to New York City. If anyone has any inexpensive you-should-totally-do-this! ideas, definitely give them to us. We are ridiculously indecisive.

* I have the worst cold ever, you guys. I worked at the preschool for FOUR days, around kids for only THREE of them, and I totally caught their nasty, sinus-y head cold. Not awesome. Especially as I hop on a plane cross-country in a day and a half. I am mainlining decongestant, Airborne, Halls Defense supplement drops, zinc tablets, and the occasional Excedrin migraine. I feel pretty human at the morning, but, who knows how long that will last.

* This morning the description of the O.C. finale made me cry. Then I watched the last 15 minutes. Man, Julie Cooper has one gay son. Also, at one point I was all, "Oh, Ryan Ro- Atwood" because I can no longer tell my fandoms apart, evidently.

* In with my lame morning tv watching, there was a commercial for Ambien. Evidently one of the side effects is sleep walking (/eating/driving/etc.) and amnesia about it. Where is the fic where Pete sleep seduces _______, people? Where?

* I still a lot of flist to catch up with from missing ONE day.

*dies and is dead*

Work is HARD guys! I mean, yes, I've pretty much been a bum all summer, but I'm not just being a baby. I'm filling in at the preschool for a few days and MAN, I have no idea how I went to school full-time and worked 30 hours a week there for three years. NO IDEA. I'm completely exhausted. Part of the tired is that I haven't been sleeping (not that I can't, that I WON'T. Again) and I'm also mildly stressed about stuff, but, whatever. I'm really freaking tired. Chasing babies all day isn't so awesome.

So there's this poster up in the baby room, it's a black and white picture of a baby of nondescript gender and says "She Was Born mumblemumblesmalltext the Milky Way". Every time I look at it, EVERY TIME, I read "She Was Born Mikey Way" and I giggle inappropriately. Also inappropriately, forcedmovement got wordsaremyfaith doing this thing that she got me doing, where you automatically respond to people with song lyrics. Not, like, as a game, but because your subconcious is THAT warped. For example, if someone around me says "Just for the record" I am incapable of not cutting them off by saying "The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of A) indifference or B) disinterest in what the critics say". Which, okay, semi-annoying and lame. But WORSE when it happens in front of INFANTS. Yesterday I was pushing a baby in a swing, all "Faster! Faster!" and the next thing I knew I was humming "Lying" to a tiny child. Today I was dancing with a slightly older tiny child, who was all "Dance! Dance!" and "We're falling apart to half time dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead, dance, this is the way they'd love, if they knew how misery loved me" was out of my mouth before I knew what I was doing. I didn't know I KNEW the chorus to that song word for word. So forcedmovement is in trouble with me, because wordsaremyfaith already got blamed and pointed the finger at her.

God, I'm tired. It's 8.30, I might just read a little fic and go to bed.

Today has been long. And exhausting.

- Cal State L.A. is stupid, ineffective, and frustrating

- the bed at the place I'm house-sitting for completely fell apart.
- the headboard landed on my big toe and now my toe hurts a lot and is really bruised.
- another part of the headboard fell and bruised up my thigh really bad.
- the people I'm house-sitting for are coming home tomorrow
+ my parents are awesome
+ the bed will be fixed tomorrow
+ the bed's breaking totally wasn't my fault.
+ Charlotte-the-hellcat was comforting.
- and then she bit me.

+ Mom buying me dinner and snacks.

+ Seeing "The King And I" at an outdoor theater with friends
- tiny seats
- raining
- having to walk on my bruised up leg

++ boys in dorky videos. Singing. And being 5 and hanging out in the cockpit.
- Paris Hilton.
+ Jon Walker
- headscarf

+ I will be back to full-time internet starting tomorrow afternoon. YAY!

...I feel like in the end things came out even, but, MAN, I'm exhausted.

Tomorrow is another day. Thank GOD.

* I have, seriously, been bitching at sparly and wordsaremyfaith for MONTHS now about this, and now I need to officially point it out to the rest of you. Because it is driving me CRAZY:

The Academy Is... IS NOT SIGNED TO DECAYDANCE. Not that anyone seems to remember this, including TAI... themselves, or Pete Wentz who I assume is responsible for their being part of Decaydance Fest. Since, you know, they aren't actually signed to that label. Are they on Fueled by Ramen and therefore label mates with everyone on Decaydance? Totally. Are they themselves a Decaydance band? NO.

* In unrelated news, don't spoil me for HP7, please? I wanted to read the leak, but somehow I missed it, so, whatever I can be patient until Saturday (afternoon and then I have to read real fast because I have stuff to do Sunday morning). My reading plan is to lock myself up at the place I'm housesitting with some snacks and stuff and plow through it. Possibly without stopping.

* I was going to say "life is pretty much boring", but, I saw the most, um, amazing thing tonight. My mom and I went to Market Night to grab veggies and stuff and then stayed for dinner (street tacos and shave ice, I like my life). There were some chairs over by these steps where people were performing so we decided to eat right there. What was the performance? Dude. Old people. Singing karaoke. With costumes. I kid you not, I could not make this stuff up. And by old, I don't mean 40-50. Hell, I don't mean 60. 70+ you guys, 70+ year old adults singing karaoke while wearing costumes IN PUBLIC. It was HILARIOUS. There was this one lady who CHANGED COSTUMES and for her second number she dressed up in a pink satin prom dress with matching gloves and sang "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend". Well, most of it. She knew the chorus and first verse and kind of mumbled her way through the rest, as you do when doing karaoke. In public. In costume. When you are over 70 years old. Amazing is the only word that even remotely comes close to describing this thing. I may be scarred for life.

I STILL don't have pictures/video, but I want to get this up, so I'll edit in pictures later.

HCT review:

So, the last time I saw Fall Out Boy, I was pretty underwhelmed. Not that this stopped me from getting tickets to this show, though the fact that Cobra Starship and The Academy Is... were both opening motivated me a little bit.

It was the last show of the tour, so I was expecting shenanigans and I got them.

The venue was the Honda Center hockey rink (which will always be the Arrowhead Pond to me, sorry). Oh my god, you guys, did you know the Ducks won the Stanley Cup? ANYWAY. We had pit tickets which I was kind of worried about after Warped Tour, but they turned out to be the best place to be. We weren't ON the barrier, but we got pretty close. Pete's side of course.

Okay, quandry: Why do bassists almost always play stage left? (Except Sisky. I blame crazy Bill Beckett).

( Stories and pictures and video from the Honda Civic Tour )

So far the 4th of July has been kind of shitty. So I figured, what the hell, I'll check my friendslist, it's not like I have any other plans besides being bitter and anti-social with my parents.

And then flimsy posted this:



Yeah, I'm good now. Have a good day everyone!

Today? Spam. There may be another post later.

But for now - you know what I always forget is an awesome freaking show? The 4400. I always remember to watch it way after it's aired, like, "oh, I may as well" and then I come out of it all "This show is rad! Give me more NOW!" It helps that they have hot guys my age (Yes PLEASE Patrick Flueger who is actually older than I am. Not that I'd turn down Chad Faust who is ALSO older than me. Hot boys who are old enough that I couldn't have BABYSAT FOR THEM are novel these days), and you know SciFi-as-political-commentary and about a million and a half unrequited OTPs (I know it's wrong to 'ship Tom/Diana, but I do), and it's kind of the greatest ever for Six-Degrees-of-Seperation.

I wanted this to be a bandslash free post, but, I finally realized what my problem with the Jon/Spencer pairing is (besides my OTP being Jon/Brendon and the fact like it seems like a handy cop-out when writing Ryan/Brendon AND the fact that I'm not the biggest Spencer fan in the galaxy): I don't buy that Jon would put up with Spencer's bitchy, bitchy shit. Eventually Spencer would go too far and Jon would throw his hands up and be, like, "You know what? I'm done with this."

Now I'm running Warped Tour Weekend related errands with sparly and then other stuff with her crazy family and mine.

HOME! Home home home home HOME.

Not that I didn't have a really good vacation, but I missed the internet, and my boys, and you all.

I totally took humorous notes about the trip (there was a couple who looked EXACTLY like Santa and Mrs. Claus sitting next to us on the beach one day...) but I just read to skip 683 on my filtered flist, which is as far back as LJ will let me go, but I think I'm only missing like a day and a half (if anything really exciting happened to you/fic was posted Thursday the 4th or Friday the 6th, link me). It's 2.30 in the morning, I'm on a combination of jet-lag and wacky sleep cycle (in other words: not vampiric), so that will have to wait. Or possibly never happen.

I skimmed pretty thoroughly. Fic is unread but saved. I didn't comment to anything and I'm not doing any memes or polls, though I spotted a few cool ones. Several people on my flist asked about appropriate names to refer to me by, so I'll answer that question publicly here.

My name is Kelsey. You can call me that. You can also call me K. Or BlueStarGirl or BSG (although that happens less frequently now that Battlestar Gallactica is a legitimate fandom). I myself get kind of attached to screennames and tend to save peoples cellphone numbers under their screennames for awhile (singingchipmunk JUST graduated to her actual name, the_rocklobster still hasn't, and wordsaremyfaith somehow got her real name in my phone from the beginning). In general I like being referenced in journals as pressdbtwnpages with the vain hope of your friends hearing fabulous things about me and being all "Wow, that person sounds awesome! I want to be friends with her too!", though people referring to me at all makes me feel special. I'm that easy.
Relatedly, my contact info is:
AIM - Purestarwater6
Google Talk/ Gmail - bluestargirl [at] gmail [dot] com
I've posted my cell number around in locked and, I think, unlocked entries. You're also welcome to ask for it. I'd love to hear from you, but I tend to screen unfamiliar numbers so either text me and tell me who you are, or leave a message and tell me who you are, or call me from a Fall Out Boy* show and tell me who you are.
I am shy and bad at making first (or second, or sometimes third) moves. YOU are very much more than welcome to contact me to say hi or have meaningful chats or picspam me with flowers or whatever. I promise to be delightful and friendly and probably never ever say "This isn't a great time, can I get back to you?" even if I am juggling cats while my head is on fire (Which hasn't actually happened yet, but might at some point being as I am not known for being graceful).

* Speaking of Fall Out Boy, my HCT show is the last show of the tour, July 2. I am sort of trying to stay unspoiled. Not completely, but, like, no setlists please. I like to think of concerts as less completely scripted than they evidently are, also I was spoiled for the Friends or Enemies tour and mine was the second show of the tour, it was kind of a bummer being COMPLETELY unsurprised.

One more band thing and then I'll shut up: Anyone in Southern California planning on going to the San Diego Street Scene in September? I really really want to go, um, obviously, and sparly's not sure she can come down, so... looking for concert buddies and starting early as I have terrible luck with this stuff.

And now I will stop typing. Though I have more to say. Because I missed you guys, and this, THAT much.

At my parents again. Took me 3 tries to get Firefox to not crash when I opened the update page. *sigh*

Anyway, this update is about pointless bandslash things. If that's not your thing, go ahead and keep scrolling. It's cool.

* I realized today that Ryan Ross reminds me of Andy Warhol. Possibly someone else made this comparison first, but anyway. Huh.

* Patrick Stump's speaking voice reminds me of someone. An actor, in comedy, I want to say. Probably currently. Help?

* I went to the mall today. I came thisclose to making a voice post when I walked in and they were playing Matchbox Twenty's "Real World" on the loud speaker. When did I get to be old enough that one of my favorite songs is mall music? Granted it's been 10 years, but, wow, crisis of old. That isn't the bandslash part. The bandslash part is: I went to Bath and Body Works. There was an obnoxious salesgirl who sprayed stuff on me. The whole FUN of Bath and Body Works is CHOOSING what to spray yourself with. What if I had wanted to smell like Christmas? Not that I'm much a fan of Sensual Amber, though I bet it would smell good on a guy and I kind of really want to sniff Jon Walker. Anyway. I walked around and just grabbed intriguing scents to sniff (why does Bath and Body Works have three different cherry blossom scents? And no cherry fruit scents?). They brought back Pink Grapefruit, which is sort of annoying, but it smells less bad-candy-ish than it used to, and a peach scent. For the love of god, why won't they bring back Fresh Ginger Lime, the only B&BW scent I have ever LOVED. Whhhhy? They also seem to not be carrying my Rose Balm, though they're still carrying C.O. Bigelow stuff, so I may have to hit up their website (or maybe even hit up their STORE when I'm in New York this summer). Bath and Body Works have a food-y line now (one of which is Iced Tea, which, while scarily accurate, why would anyone necessarily WANT to smell like Iced Tea?). I decided that I really really want Jon Walker's next purchase to be the Pecan Pie fragrance. That would be... uh. Good.

So, that turned into a less bandslash, more Bath and Body Works post. (Today I also had lunch with girthygrizelda, hung out with my parents a little, went to dinner with girthygrizelda and her mom, bought new jeans [again, I am losing at jeans buying these days], and had Frozen Yogurt [Fro-Yo, THANKS Julie Cooper] at the cool make-your-own place.)

Yeah, okay, this is me spamming, but, Doctor Who! *flails*

So much is so awesome about this episode. But my annoying inner English Lit geek kept going "hold on, wait, that's not right". I think I've decided that Who-fact trumps reality-fact. I'm all excited for :::cast spoiler that everyone knows about::: later in the season that every preview disappoints me. I want asdklhagl;dhgj RIGHT NOW. Because adflgkadfkgj is awesome.

...Right, I could have been not-lazy and used LJ cuts and actually made sense there, but, ehh.

Doctor Who! *flails*

And now I have a shower to take, 3 new fics to read, and possibly some writing to do. I promise I will not post again tonight.

ETA: this would really bug me more, because, WTF Pete? You're better than her it this. But. But. Ben and Adam, hanging out together and going to clubs. It makes me go 'awwwwwwwww' and my stomach flip a little and I can't decide if it's better if they are buddies or boyfriends. I'm honestly torn a little.
So, you are off the hook this time Peter Wentz, by virtue of the presence of Benjamin Mackenzie and Adam Brody. And, oh. BMac/Pete/Brody. *brain explodes a little*. WOW.

So today, one of the things sparly and I did was went to the pet store to pet the bunnies. Because I'm six.

And I found a bunny named Marshmellow (and by "named Marshmellow" I actually mean "who I named Marshmellow" because I'm six) who had crazy fur and was kind of gray-ish like he'd been dropped in the ashes. He was pretty cool. Then sparly wandered off, to, I think, see if they had any kittens, because kittens are almost as awesome as bunnies.

And there was ANOTHER bunny bin.

Which, awesome, but, not as awesome as, SOME OF THE BUNNIES HAD *EYELINER*. There was a perfectly white bunny with just black around his eyes. We decided he is Pete. And there was another one who looked like Pete who also had marks on his ears and he was Ryan. And there was Brendon curled up in the corner with another bunny, he had brown eyeliner that was kind of messy. He was cuddling with Spencer, who was just kind of there. And there was a tan bunny sitting in the food bowl who was totally awesome. I named him Peanut Butter (I almost always name a bunny Peanut Butter, I don't know why) but once I got to the car I realized he was totally Jon. So his name is really Peanut Butter-Jon.

I'd say this all made more sense when it was happening, but, truthfully not so much.

Also I learned that Jon is sparly's least favorite Panic! member. This is not on at all. And our favorites lists are exactly opposite. Hers is Ryan, Spencer, Brendon, Jon and mine is Brendon, Jon, Ryan, Spencer. Possibly our friendship is over. But not really.

...Did I mention I'm slightly allergic to rabbits? My face kind of itches now. But, Marshmellow! Peanut Butter! Pete!

In conclusion, I totally almost bought 6 rabbits today.

I don't know why I'm so tired at 11 pm, but I am. Whatever.

Just had the greatest conversation with Michelle.

It started with, okay, it STARTED with me going into the bookstore this morning for a bottle of water (which, as we have already learned is a Bad Idea as I left with water, 2 scantrons, a blue book, and the Fall Out Boy Rolling Stone, which WTF anyway). But it really started with Michelle asking me for (another) scantron, which I pulled out with the Rolling Stone.

She commented politely, I said something like "hey, Pete's cute" and pointing at him. And she said "yeah in a gay way," which wasn't so much funny as vaguely insulting at that point. And a while later Gina came out and was all "I'm sad now that I know their lead singer is ugly" and I was offended for Patrick.

But later Michelle and I made it into my room where the Panic! Rolling Stone is still lying around. And Michelle asked why I like them and I was all "they're cute, look." To which her response was "I kind of get a gay vibe from them too" and I snickered. At which she got all offended held up the magazine and jabbed her finger at Spencer and said "look, look!" And I laughed really hard and was amused that she thought *Spencer* was the gayest thing about that picture and not, you know, Ryan Ross, or Ryan and Brendon's foreheads touching, or Brendon thrusting at Ryan. No, *Spencer* was where the unbearably gay lay.

...It was really funny at the time. I love when people get unintentionally fannish with me.

Dude. The internet rocks SO HARD today. Why, you may ask?

Well, for you bandslashers on my flist, there's this. Doubly awesome because 1) it sounds like Panic! actually accomplished something in their cabin besides buttsex and 2) Jon Walker must be SO freaking happy. Maybe he can bring Matt Bellamy and Ryan can bring Pete and there can be even more buttsex in the woods. I'm not sure who Brendon and Spencer's dates will be, I'm not sure they need them. How many more times will I use the word buttsex in this post? Probably at least once.

Because the other reason the internet wins at everything, is, um, these pictures of Adam Brody and Ben McKenzie being in love at the beach. You can't tell me that doesn't bring a little bit of pure unadulterated GLEE to your day. Boys! Beer! Beach! Buttsex! (Sorry, sorry, couldn't not. I'll stop being 12 now.)

I've also had sushi, caffeine, catching up on soap operas, picspam, and minor fic inspiration. How's your day been?