Well, I just experienced another breakup tonight. "Supernatural" is no longer my hot, shiny boyfriend. Sure, all was lovely for a while. But he quickly went from being my dream man into some greasy, fat bastard sitting in a trailer eating one of those Hungry Man frozen dinners. I dunno, I couldn't stay hooked on it like I did the X-Files. Ah, well. We tried. I'LL MISS YOU, WINCHESTERS. ♥

AND OF COURSE IT LOOKS LIKE FUCKING CBS IS GOING TO CANCEL NUMBERS AND I'M A BIG FAT FAILURE TURTLE WHO GOT INTO A SHOW DURING WHAT COULD BE ITS LAST SEASON. AIEE!!!

(I know the above sentence isn't grammatically correct, but fuck it.)

( Fic-related bitching )

Wow, that cut was not well-thought-out and all over the place, but I don't care. I just spent my entire night reading some most awesome Numb3rs fic instead of watching RAW and I am duly ashamed. OFF TO BED WITH MEEEEEEEE!

You guys, I can't find my copy of Load and I'm so upset. I miss 'Tallica's bluesy days. D:

In no particular order:

1. It turns out that I was wrong about Matt going a full night without Twittering. My phone is just stupid and didn't receive the updates until this afternoon. While it's a bummer, I'm not surprised.

2. My car has a new battery that I didn't have to pay for! :D

3. I'm so thrilled that Jeff is no longer with the WWE (at least for the time being). I can start liking him again. Oh Jeff, we need you around to foil Matt's "outside the ring" shenanigans and if Montel tried to do that their gay buttsex would be exposed.

4. I'M DYING LAUGHING THAT REY MYSTERIO IS SUSPENDED.

5. For some reason my hair got horribly greasy today. Like, it is positively disgusting. Like, I know I washed it like I normally do but for some reason it was CM Punk's Twin Day today. *facepalm* Ugh, gross. I'm going to use a different shampoo.

6. I really like writing fic on the laptop. There's no way for me to get distracted and play around on the internet when I should really be concentrating on Adam/Jay pr0n.

AND WITH THAT I'M GOING TO BED.

I usually avoid Fanfiction.net for a variety of reasons, one of them being the fact that there is NO quality control whatsoever so every single fandom is overrun with poorly-written Mary Sue fics. Especially in the Wrestling section. Ugh. But recently I stumbled upon a story called "The Hilarious Misadventures of Legacy" by this chick named Matticho, and not only are they funny as shit, the author is actually proficient in spelling and grammar! Huzzah! It's got like over ten "chapters" thus far, but they're all one-shots based around our three boys in Legacy. Which is awesome, because on screen this group can be so BORING. (Well, unless Randy is slithering around like a gay lizard, but that's besides the point.)

Anyway, here's a snippet of the second chapter that cracked my shit up:

"...everyone knows its the first rule of road trips. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole," Ted repeated. "They even say it on 'Supernatural'."

"Hey Teddy, know how I know you're gay? You quote 'Supernatural'," Randy announced from the backseat, and Cody laughed and turned to give him a high-five.

Aww. Poor Teddy. Also, poor SPN. But anyway, yeah, that's pretty much the only reason I'm posting today. *flails and then runs away*

BREAKING NEWS!!!

Our coffeepot has died. ;_;

This is a travesty, folks. It really is. I've got an illicit love for the stuff and now it's been taken away from me! *cries* How am I going to function?

(Okay, Mom just told me she'd give me some money to buy a new one tomorrow, but still. How am I going to function tomorrow morning without my coffee? And don't you dare say, "Drink instant coffee!" 'Cause seriously? Ew.)

I AM NOT OVERREACTING HERE.

In slightly less flaily news, I picked up a writing tablet and a pen yesterday and actually wrote like half of a fic in longhand. It's weird; throughout the years I've been using a word processor to write and continually got writer's block, but now it's like the dam has been broken and all of these ideas are spewing forth from my brain to the page. It's quite nice, really, since I haven't turned out anything decent since that Apocalyptica fic a few years back.

Unfortunately, my penmanship is not what it used to be so I'm having a hard time re-reading what I've written. Fail.

Mom sent me off to run errands today, the first of which was stopping at the local farmers market to dither over some fruits and vegetables. We have a decent-sized Greek community in these here parts, so most of the women do their shopping on Saturdays and I always feel sort of weird around them because they're so pretty and modestly dressed and I'm usually schlumping about in jeans and a band T-shirt. So today I wore a long skirt and a plain top and didn't feel too out-of-place.

Next stop, I had to go to Wal-Mart and get some cleaning crap, but I also stopped in to get some pictures uploaded and picked up two cheap CD's - Travis Tritt and Josh Turner. I LOVE Travis Tritt; he's one of my favorite country singers. (I'm also getting on a BIG country kick for songs I've not heard in like 10 years, so yeah.) Josh Turner has got the most incredible baritone for his age, and he's a little more bluegrass-y, which I like. There are VERY FEW new country artists I like now, so when it comes to discussing that I'm sort of like those old women in the nursing homes complaining about the "good old days." Heh.

Wow, guys. It's been a few days. Being back at work after more than a week out has me frazzled as hell. I've been running around like Undertaker is here:

Oh, Taker. You're a dumbass. Stay away from the Red Bulls.

( Beta request! )

Also...

( Sex with Mr. Morgan Y/Y? )

( Incest in slash fics )

Note: Tyson's frozen chicken tenders are the devil! Ugh, so good...

I actually wrote short fic last night and I'm kind of happy with it, in spite of the subject matter being sorta angsty. It's Matt/MVP, because holy crap I can't get enough of those two. Snark = sex with them, for srs. I'm not totally satisfied with it, though - I still need to tweak the ending a bit, but this is the first thing I've written in years that hasn't found its home in the proverbial wastebin. So I'll probably screw around with it either tonight or tomorrow. Then I'll come whining to you guys for a beta job. *bats eyelashes and shows cleavage*

Tonight might not be so good because I'm considering going with Ashley, Amanda, and some other dorks to see the newest HP movie at midnight. Yeah. Me at midnight after two hours of Vacation Bible School is going to be fun. Okay, it's really not that bad since I'm doing snacks and whatnot, and the kids were disturbingly quiet during their meals. Part of me thinks that my blind hatred towards humans under ten years of age has skewered my view of children and makes me think the worst about them. ;-) Then again part of me thinks that I'm actually correct on this point (kids can be right dicks these days!) and so I don't feel guilty about it at all! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!

In other news, I'm kind of torn about the G.I. Joe previews. I don't know about you guys, but I'm very possessive and paranoid about my childhood entertainment. Thank goodness Transformers didn't suck, but I don't know about Joe. If it sucks I'll probably emotionally eat like 5 large pizzas and then cry myself to sleep...

Anyway, I don't have anything else to say and it's time I went to the fellowship hall and set shit up. I less than three you guys!

Ah, Mondays.

Work was sort of schmeh today. It was boring in the beginning and for some reason got really annoying the closer it got to 5:00. I'm not sure why, although I have a feeling that it's my pre-PMS grumpiness kicking in. My mood improved once I was able to get out of there and fill out employment paperwork at Sagebrush. Schmeh.

My cat is sort of high because I let him into the catnip. This pleases me.

Another thing that pleases me is the fact that I got the first season of The Matt Hardy Show on DVD and watched it. I had ordered it on Thursday and it came in Saturday, but for some reason it was packed in a box that originally held tire mounting lubricant. Like, the box was sort of flattened out and folded so that the DVD (which was wrapped in one of those big, fold-able UPS envelopes) could basically be slid in and out. This made me laugh. Gotta love rednecks...

Not to mention that MATT HARDY + LUBE = WINRAR! Also, I now love Shannon Moore even more than I thought was possible. <3

On that note, I've read maybe two (TWO!) good Hardy Boyz fanfics. The rest is just horrible Mary Sue bullshit with--get this--Matt as the freaking Mary Sue. Yeah, you just read that. Apparently teenage girls who have massive crushes on Edge and Christian decide to put themselves in the story under the guise of Matt, which totally makes me vomit all over the place because THEY WRITE HIM SO HORRIBLY OUT OF CHARACTER. Matt is not some whiny, spoiled, baby-talking slutwhore, okay?! Ugh, teenage girls. And while I'm on the subject, wrestling mpreg is worse than regular mpreg. Just...ew. *shudders*

/rant.

Also, METALLICA IN CHARLOTTE IN OCTOBER, BIATCHES. isilrandir is a dirtbag and didn't respond to mah text this morning telling her so. YOU CUNT. I think a certain group of North Carolinians should go...

This is a tagline from a Jeff/Matt Hardy slash site:

"If you can't keep it in your pants, keep it in the family!"

O_o

I'm alternating between laughing hysterically and being totally disgusted. Incest has always been one of my biggest squicks. Like, Undertaker/Kane and Edge/Christian stuff never bothers me because they're not related in real life, but the real stuff just...bleargh!

I'm still snorting over that quote, though.

I'm trying to not focus too much on finances right now, because while I do have everything in order (all bills paid, etc.) I know I'll start worrying about shit until I start crying like a bitch with a skinned knee. So...

First off, I have finished Song of Susannah and have started on *ominous music* The Dark Tower. Last book, you guys! I'm sort of sad, though, because once I've finished the book - what is there to do? Damn Roland, he's got me feeling like I'm the quest with him and the rest of his ka-tet. Hell, last night I even dreamed about having sex with Eddie in an abandoned room of the Dixie Pig. What is this fuckery, Stephen King??? At least I know I'll go back through my King collection (at mom's house) and start reading his other books to see how they link up with DT, so I'll have plenty of reading to do. Oh, and isilrandir? I'll want some DT porn.

In the midst of packing random crap the other night, I found a fic list of fics that I owed people. I think stonefinder was the only person I'd gotten to, so I might have to start on everyone else's, too.

( Cut because I have too much to say )