Flangstification

Is everything profound lately?

It feels like everything is profound lately.

Maybe everything feels profound at 3:30 AM. I don't know.

But, seriously? Self needs to stop with the huge emotional swings. Reading a singular story (Less than 5,000 words, people!) should not have me grinning fit to burst one minute and then bawling my eyes out less than two minutes later.

And, and! John Mayer, as lovely as he is and as much as I adore him, is not so very amazing that just listening to "St. Patrick's Day" should have me cooing out loud.

I am a ball of estrogen. What the hell.

don't fear the reaper

Um, as a sort of addenum to the last post, I am apparently freakishly euphoric when I don't sleep. I haven't stopped grinning and bouncing since about...3AM. I've decided that having this much energy is not normal.

Also, I have writ fic, pls to be running away now.

Dude, I am never gonna be able to see 'pls' again without thinking of that 'grease, pls' text-message. Fandom has ruined me. Ruined me. And I thought HP-fandom was bad.

Oh, oh, that reminds me, actually, haha, I totally had a horrible fangirl moment at the store yesterday. I saw the used walkmen and my first thought was of Dean and his absolutely adorable moment in "Phantom Flyer" with the grin and him being so damn proud. I squealed out loud and then I had to go hide in a corner.

On an entirely different note, winterlive owns my soul. 

Yeah, that's all I've got.