I have been up all night having an epiphany of the unhappy sort. ( Feel free to skip over )

I've been feeling well...fuzzy, to say the least, for the past few days. Not on top of my game. Up in the clouds. However the cookie crumbles, I'm just off. I was missing you internet, thank you for delivering ^^

( I'm leaving the internet )

Oh LiveJournal,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

I was having an awful day, awful awful awful, I wanted to curl up in a little ball of gloom and not move ever again. But then I came home to all of these comments and well, My Glee!face, let me show you it xD!!!!!!! I was beaming and flailing, and stuttering every which way.

I always have a moment of panic right before I post to a community.
Did I get the cut right? Will anyone even look at this? What if everyone hates it? What if an anonymous decides to get snarky with me?! D:
Excuse me while I go regain lung function...

Title: Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title and Cut-text from Of Moons, Birds & Monsters by MGMT.

( If the ship will never come you've got to move along )

In about half an hour my roommate and I will be making a...wait for it...

GINGERBREAD TRAIN

I'm so ridiculously excited, a train, made of delicious cookie and candies, that I get to put together with icing while listening to Christmas carols and then devour while watching Fred Claus!!!!!!! /flail

( Edited to include pretty pictures )

Drinking eggnog and having a stalking competition which somehow formed into more of a commenting competition, but it's really one and the same.

Time well spent? I think so.

Hi shiny new icon! I will always approve of scruffy SpencerSmith in a sweatervest. It does things to me.

I've been unable to get into my account for the past few hours... Did anyone else have this problem or was I hacked??

If the second choice is the case, I apologize wholeheartedly for any comments this account may have made and DAMN YOU HACKERS, find something else to do with your life else I shall spork you in the eyeball.

For whatever reason, my lightbulb has decided that I no longer require it to work.

This is a problem.

I am absolutely terrified of the dark. Eighteen years old and my nightlight (aka. laptop) is one thing I cannot be without. Thankfully I have a fairly bright hallway light and a seemingly reflective door, so given the right circumstances my room ( Read more... )