Drowning in a sea of pink

I have a skirt. It's flowy and tricolour, like those hippy shirts that fade from one tone to the next. This one's orange-red.

I washed it yersterday.

Now, I'd been lax in washing this skirt for a long while now, because it hadn't been washed before and I didn't know how it would react. I'd been planning on washing it by hand (ugh) but the joy inherent in that meant I'd never get around to washing it.

I now have no white underwear.

No, that's not because I lead an exciting undies-life. The´'re all pink. Girly pink. Candy-cotton bunny pink. Omg-it's-pink pink.

My Eric Idle t-shirt? Also pink.


I totally need a "challenge" themed icon too, for all those crack!fic ideas. I have a "batshit insane" one, but that's for slightly more fleshed out crack!ideas.

My current challenge!crack are 1) writing a story with no dialogue, just "then she said she wouldn't blah blah blah" and 2) write a haggling scene with the dialogue entirely in Chinese, using only description to let people know what's what.


In other news: Prof #2 has refused to provide me with references, ( Read more... )

I am so poorly constructed!

The most freakin' hilarious SoaP casting auditions!

You wanna hear the motherfuckin' line, punk? You got the line.

Also, I forgot to mention a long while ago that I a) watched PotC, 2) loved Davy Jones and tia Dalma, 3) totally preferred skeletons to sea-people, 4) thought the fight scenes were a bit ridiculous and long and 5) agree with this comic.

Plus, I watched Breakfast on Pluto and liked it, although it was quite sad in some bits if you considered it seriously.*


* "Oh, serious, serious, serious."