digital_opium

I have a sofa. A used sofa, from a second hand store. But a sofa. It's someplace to sit. I am squeefully happy. It's got a god-awful floral pattern, but that's easily fixed with a slip cover. *eyes Silvia* Not ruby, though. And regretfully, probably not leopard-spot print, either. *grins*

One of the dogs has already claimed one end as his. Monster.

I have much writing to do tonight.

( To do list. Don't bother clicking. )

Yeah, like I'll get all of this done today. *checks time*

Oooh. Look. Fullmetal Alchemist on my TiVo. Shiny.

Poor little large metal Alphonse. *sniff* And it's so very wrong that I am slashing the under-aged cartoon boys, one of whom is in a metal robot body, isn't it? I'm very glad there's a special hell reserved for me and all my closest friends.

ETA: Edward does suffer very prettily. *facepalms*

Friday 11/11/05 - To Do

Christmas Fic research
TM tags
SPN fic (because wtf with plot in my PwP, dammit.)
Swiffer the floor - Really. No. Really.