{ yesterday's tweets. }

• 10:19 I can't believe I even decided to get out of bed today. #
• 11:03 Am looking at the Emmy red carpets (= the only part I care about); some really gorgeous dresses out there. And then some not. #
• 11:28 Dear neighbour, my lungs really appreciate your continued attempts to burn down the street #
• 12:43 Ooh, femgen fics! #
• 15:27 Things that bring joy: toast, tea, and PD James. Plus: NCIS. Because NCIS is always joy. #
• 16:30 Where is Mad Men??? #
• 17:44 Just got bitched out by The Dad. Wow. Way to make this day Even Better, Dad. #
• 20:21 Self: "OMG! Where is that music coming from?!" Ans: iTunes. Headdesk. #
• 00:25 Mmmmm, mangoes. ! #

LoudTwitter, yo.

{ neighbour, you've fallen in with the wrong crowd. }

Thanks to every one who replied to the Job Stories post; I'll reply to y'all individually later. If any one else wants to add anything, please feel free.

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( True Blood 1x01-1x03. )

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THANDIE NEWTON: STILL MORE AWESOME THAN THOU. Yes, yes, and thank you.

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( Sarah Connor Chronicles, season 2. )

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I'm writing this Spooks ficlet and it keeps turning into something ridiculous, and I keep having to cross out everything but the first paragraph. The problem is that I only have a vague idea of what I want to do with it. I wanted it to be a NCIS crossover but with the new season of that starting tonight (oh. my. fucking. god.) I'm reluctant on that front, too. So. I don't know. I've been writing this since the beginning of August almost, so I'm feeling ridic, and if I don't finish it before S7 then it'll never get written. But, whatev, right?

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I finally finished last week's Bones (the dogs) and fuck, yes, okay, I bawled like a child. Man alive, this show is pretty depressing! What's with that?

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DID I MENTION NEW NCIS. I'm so fucking nervous. First-date syndrome, what?