August 8th, 2008

Red Rose

Obscene Hours

Is it weird that I begin to doubt everything as the clock hands trace their merry way past two in the morning?

Weirdness aside, is it wrong?

London Bridge The whole damn world is falling down.

And that will be all the esoteric pseudo-clever crap with which I will be boring you this fine morning.  Thank you, and goodnight.  Good morning.  Whomsoever.  That.
 
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Whewf

Apartment stuff mediated and much better-taken care of.  Situation no longer mortifying.  Sighs of relief all around, or at least all around me.

I think I may still be unfit for human interaction.  Meh-ity meh meh.  Do not care.  So over it.  The hand is lonely; talk to it instead.

I started the potential epic win that I hope will be my first Death Note fic last night at an ungodly hour (which is, of course, when all the best things are begun).  I will probably try to work on it some more today, but I really, really, really, REALLY don't want to screw it up.  Because it will be so flipping snazzy if I don't.  O, THE PRESSURE.  O, O, O, O, O.

All this talk of Twilight merely serves to remind me of my all-time favorite vampire.  That is, Vincent.  I was glancing through my compilation document of Vincent-y things earlier, and I realized just how much I missed the dear boy.  He is altogether too much fun not to get his own novel someday.

Anyways... yeah.  I have an amazing and superfantabulous Photoshop project in the works, because obviously I don't have enough to do with my time.
 
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ATTACK ICONS!

RUN TO THE HILLS!! D:

                 

           

                 

                      

           

     

...so maybe I do have an unhealthy obsession with L.

...you're just lucky I haven't gotten to Mello and Near icons yet. >:D