January 4th, 2011


The horror, the horror...

I spent last night writing my mini big bang fic (which is now at 1623 words, yay?) while watching the Sharks game and was thinking about the following people in this order:

  1. Jack Johnson
  2. Drew Doughty
  3. Dustin Brown
So when I tell you that I had a dream about making out with an NHL player, it would be reasonable to assume that it was one of these three, right?

No, think of the most vile, heinous, repulsive, hideous, abominable, odious, revolting player you can think of, and (if you're a recipient of one of early_afternoon's decorated Christmas cards) YOU WOULD BE RIGHT.

At least in my dream somebody interrupted by walking into the room and I only woke up in terror with a nauseating headache, as opposed to waking up and reaching for something to stab into my brain.

Throwing up in my head for the rest of the day now. (Not enough :( in the world, argh.)
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