For some reason, the past week at work has been especially trying. Nothing bad happened, just the very thought of getting out of bed and coming in to work was nearly enough to break me. I just - I forecast milk sales, people. There is nothing thrillling, challenging, creative, or interesting there.

And I'm lactose intolerant.

On the YAY side of things, though, there is much.

"and weather in the heart alike" is slowly coming to a close. I have two and a half more sections to write and then any epilogue I might want.

Despite bden's supposed proclivity for facials and being sort of douche in bed, Panic (!) At the Disco continues to bring the capslock. There has already been much squeeing on my flist about headlining the Honda Civic Tour this summer, the new album, the most recent photos, and just their PRECIOUS LITTLE FACES, but I do feel the need to add my own $0.02.



jwalk continues to own everything in my pants. For serious. Even looking like he finally just sighed and let Ryan go crazy with the costuming. And Spencer James Smith the Fifth! Though I still do not approve of the beard, you are looking so very awesome I might just let it go for now. (not really. please shave. you're such a pretty girl handsome man!

And speaking of bden and maybe fake rumors about his pornstar tendencies, I was talking to amandazillah the other night and decided someone not me needs to write the other girlfriends having a sit down to discuss the situation and some possible actions to be taken because that shit? Is JUST. NOT. ON. He and his little flings are making them all look bad! Heh.



And I still love you, too, Pete Wentz! I love every ridonk thing about you (but you also could do with a haircut!)

Tangentially related to bandslash, someone on my flist suggested the Jaz Parks books by Jennifer Rardin so I picked the first one up and am loving it so far. I mean, it's not high art or anything, but it's a fun read and I'll probably pick up the rest of the series soon.

That is all for now.