I'm Freaking Out

K, I'm in full WARDROBE PANIC mode. Half of my clothes are green it seems, so why do I not have a single green tank top (here, anyways). I need something to go with my abandonment emeralds* that I'm wearing to the party tonight. This is ridiculous. Also, my hair won't curl. Damn it all...


Hung out with Brendan and Sarah last night which was excellent and awesome. We watched music videos and talked fandom and they forced me to watch the scariest episode(s) of Dr Who they could find. Okay, considering I've only ever seen 2 episodes and they were both terrifying beyond all reason, I am not feeling overly compelled to watch any more. I don't liiiiike scary things! *whines* K, maybe I'm lying. That Doctor fellow was freakin' hilarious. BUT STILL. Freddy will watch with me because he likes sci-fi and he doesn't like when I get too scared, but he's going to get very short at me about the accents. He's a teensy bit racist.

OH. Speaking of unnecessary discrimination against things that are awesome...

A little bird wrote me some Sassy fic for Christmas and I went pretty spastic over that this morning and then recc'd everything she's ever written (literally).

So happy winter and all that :D

K GUYS, I have 3 ficmixes to do ritenao so I'm going. K, bye.