The wisdom of two hours sleep

- That I bear a resemblance to Kate Winslet, ie the girl from Titanic. (In the cold light of day, not so much. I mean, maybe a much fatter, much plainer version of her, but even then, it's a stretch.)

- That's it's probably a good thing that I can't meet all the people on my F-List, because I'd probably end up with an embarrassing amount of crushes. I don't crush on people without that spark of physical attraction, so I just think people are super-cool until I meet them and have to add damn-hot to that mental description. (Super-cool and damn-hot results in giddy-Annie.)

I mean, for instance, take celli. Brilliant, adorable (adorkable) gal with a wicked imagination and a great sense of humour? Add cute to that and I'd spend a lot of my life giggling and squealing.

*shrugs* Well, I'd spend it giggling and squealing over real people, instead of my fictional characters.

At the time, it seemed like a world-changing epiphany. Right now? It's oddly amusing. Not necessarily untrue, just amusing.

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So...( Rambling. Not really fannish... )

And, man, what happened to my lunch hour? It's just gone. Why is lunch gone when my headache isn't? Seriously, I am paying for some lousy karma. And I hadn't even bitched about my lousy morning yet... I'll post that one in an FLocked entry.

SN Fic: The Tart-stealing Skeleton

For celli, because part of being a friend is putting up with the hungry whining.

( The Tart-stealing Skeleton )