the hour's getting late

What I Did Today:
- Ate tiramisu for breakfast
- Learned CPR for an adult and a child
- Health and safety checked 3 buildings in under 40 minutes
- Read Hawaii Five-O porn in the office
- Learned that one can make a pipe out of a highlighter or a travel flashlight (I know, right?)
- Wrote an epic story about wizards, cigarette monsters, and velociraptors for my job interview, tomorrow
- Purchased alcohol and proceeded to drink it


What I Did NOT Do Today:
- Study for my French test tomorrow
- Write up the notes my Management group needs for tomorrow
- Pretty much anything academic


Mondays can blow me. No Fast Food February can blow me, too.

now that the thrill of the massacre's over

So, I had a genuine moment of, "I would do this man, right now," the other night. I know, I was surprised, too.

It wasn't sexual so much as it was the Cro Magnon-esc realization that a suitable companion has been located, bash them with a stick and drag them to your cave.

... shut up.

Anyway, so I went to a birthday party at Olive Garden, and realized that my silverware options included two identical forks with three tongs, instead of the usual four. So I, of course, grabbed one in each hand, tucked them into my sleeves, and went, "Rawr! Imma T-Rex!"

However, upon brief reflection, I realized aloud, "No, wait. I'm an allosaurus. T-Rexs had two fingers, not three." And the guy to my right goes, "You know, I was just about to say that."

And, CLEARLY, our hind brains kicked in, because we both had a moment where we eyed one another and thought, 'Soul mate?' But his girlfriend was sitting on his other side and our waiter came with more breadsticks, thus transferring my affections to him.

And so, my first 'moment' died; not with a bang, but with a mouthful of bread.

take a look at yourself

Thermodynamics Series by entangled_now
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/Watson
Summary: "Why not now?" Sherlock says quietly. "Whatever you're thinking, why not tell me now?"

John bites down on that horrible feeling of exposure, that spike right where it hurts. Sometimes he hates Sherlock and his ability to know everything, to see everything. Sometimes before you did. John had thought that they were ignoring it, letting it lie and not speaking about it. He'd thought they were leaving it alone. This thing where John is human, where he needs things, like people do.



So, when I complained about the utter lack of asexual role models in the world, I was clearly failing to take fandom into account, because GOD DAMN I AM SMILING SO BIG RIGHT NOW.

::points at fic:: That happens, you guys! Promise.

should probably not aspire to be Sherlock Holmes when I grow up, but it really could be worse