mac_hearts_pc. I love the internet. Love! (What? It's the antagonist pairing to end all antagonist pairings, of course I'm going to like it!)

Wait, ... what?

OMG you kiiiiids!

Kiss and make up already and have sex before I implode with UST!

Teetering on the egde of implodey death,
Melle

Ack! My grandmother has decided to take an interest in the internet, by which I mean she'll occasionally ask to see what I'm doing online. And of course, she's somehow developed the uncanny ability to ask this when I'm right in the middle of a really hot,mildly kinky gay porn story.

So, erm, to help me recover from the multiple heart attacks I've survived today, anyone want to rec me some House slash? I'm partial to both House/Wilson and House/Chase, but I'll read anything that's good.

So on Saturday, in the course of half an hour, I managed to hit first one hand and then the other into a doorknob. (The same doorknob both times, too, just to add insult to injury.) And then yesterday, I managed to pull down the curtain rod on my shoulder. Ow.

Spent most of the weekend reading Lost slash and wishing Jack into the cornfield. At this point, I'll read any pairing as long as it doesn't involve him. Gah.

Firstly, I'm listening to live mp3's from my various muses and can I just note that Tico Torres [Bon Jovi drummer] has the sexiest of voices? Sheesh. Also, RobbieMuse, I love you, but shut up.

Secondly, I'm rearranging my site and redisigning in the process. The new layout may contain - oh horrors of horrors - frames. Eep. And I'm still trying to figure out what to do with my various journals. I may end up putting the profundity in /sleepless and this one for random notes, blogging and what's-going-on-in-my-life stuff, and then another livejournal for my dream journal.

Got all four Harry Potter books for New Year. Yay! And I started reading the fourth book yesterday, telling myself twould only be one chapter, and then one chapter became five and then five became ten and suddenly I find myself staring at the end of the book at 3AM and having to just sit there for a minute or ten to compose myself again.

It's been years since any book did that to me. It's a great feeling. But now I'm having evil mushy Draco/Harry ideas, as well as problems with The Game, because [spoiler alert - highlight to read] the whole idea of an inter-school quidditch contest seems rather trivial now that Voldemort's back. Then again, this might be the sort of thing Fudge would to 'to keep up morale' or to show that really, there's no need to worry.

And on a completely different note, some quotes:

We need a third sex.
(Nette; IRC)

Damn computer is mooing.
(Amatia; IRC)

We're budget therapists.
(Ruth; IRC)

I blew off work today. That didn't sound right, did it.
(Nette; IRC)

Resistance is futile! I have no way of saying no. Every time I try, James sticks his tongue down Jason's throat and Kirk and Lars get naked.
(Nette; IRC)

Even Oskar isn't masochistic enough to do the Hustle.
(Nette; IRC)

Hey look, Bush can say the word 'bipartisan' without his head exploding.
(Nette; IRC) - Wow, Bush looks like he's reading his lines off cue cards.
- You mean he can read?
(Nette, Nat; IRC)

* rsadelle kicks the internet. why do you never tell me what I want to know?
(Ruth; IRC)

Stop calling Metallica sell-outs, you one-trick ponies.
(Nette; IRC)

It's the Bill/Hotmail love affair. Screwing each other and us out of our mail.
(Nette; IRC)

Men. They're all bastards. The only thing you can do is slash them. Then they're still bastards, but at least they're amusing bastards.
(Me; IRC)

* Amatia wanders off to find something to destroy.
(Amatia; IRC)