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What are you talking about? I eat.
NEWSFLASH: I'm ass over fucking tea kettle for Dean Winchester. Just in case, you know, I hadn't beat it into your heads enough already.
SIGH.
So, um, at work tonight, so very RANDOMLY one of my guy coworkers (who is only two months older than me and is cute and adorable in a way that I'm not neccessarily attracted to, just kind of fascinated with, and every time he's on register he gets AT LEAST one comment from some lady saying "Oh, you have the most gorgeous eyes!" and he's just like, "Heh, yeah." ANYWAY I DIGRESS:) told me that all the girls in the shop (I'm sure he was exaggerating??) were talking the other day, envious of how pretty I am, and I just turned to him and squeaked "What?!" I seriously called him out for lying, ahaha, and he's like, No, so-and-so was saying this and that, and I'm all "?!?!" And, well, I'd be lying if I said it didn't totally make my night.
Guys, it is ridiculous the shade of red I can turn. How often it happens. A crawling tickle of heat up the back of my neck, and he says amusedly, "You're blushing!" Yeah, well.
So not only is Starbucks playing Arcade Fire's Neon Bible, but the new Bright Eyes album and Wilco! Way to be xindiecorex, Starbucks. Speaking of which, HERE IS THE SONG in which I finally found on iTunes that they play: Lonely, Dear - I Am John. Sooo goood. I think it might have been on the Running With Scissors trailer? Not that I want to check; it was a ridiculously crappy movie.
Two weeks until my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_summergen fic is due, and I just hit 3000 words and am kind of scratching the surface of the actual plotz? GO ME, I KNOW RIGHT?? Except for the part where I want to throw a tantrum. SIGH SIGH.
SIGH.
So, um, at work tonight, so very RANDOMLY one of my guy coworkers (who is only two months older than me and is cute and adorable in a way that I'm not neccessarily attracted to, just kind of fascinated with, and every time he's on register he gets AT LEAST one comment from some lady saying "Oh, you have the most gorgeous eyes!" and he's just like, "Heh, yeah." ANYWAY I DIGRESS:) told me that all the girls in the shop (I'm sure he was exaggerating??) were talking the other day, envious of how pretty I am, and I just turned to him and squeaked "What?!" I seriously called him out for lying, ahaha, and he's like, No, so-and-so was saying this and that, and I'm all "?!?!" And, well, I'd be lying if I said it didn't totally make my night.
Guys, it is ridiculous the shade of red I can turn. How often it happens. A crawling tickle of heat up the back of my neck, and he says amusedly, "You're blushing!" Yeah, well.
So not only is Starbucks playing Arcade Fire's Neon Bible, but the new Bright Eyes album and Wilco! Way to be xindiecorex, Starbucks. Speaking of which, HERE IS THE SONG in which I finally found on iTunes that they play: Lonely, Dear - I Am John. Sooo goood. I think it might have been on the Running With Scissors trailer? Not that I want to check; it was a ridiculously crappy movie.
Two weeks until my
spn_summergen fic is due, and I just hit 3000 words and am kind of scratching the surface of the actual plotz? GO ME, I KNOW RIGHT?? Except for the part where I want to throw a tantrum. SIGH SIGH.
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what. in the world. how does he do it? I DO NOT KNOW.
(oh, and, um, i was a little distracted by dean before to tell you GOD YES YOU ARE GORGEOUS, and i'm always a little distracted by your pictures of yourself, because, y'know, if i swung that way i might just jump you.)
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(EEP EEP WELL. I would deny such jumpings!!! COUGH. :D <333333)