Standing all alone in a black coat

So today my sister and I went out to Target, and of course the first thing to check is the one dollar bins, right? And I saw this there, and it freaked me the hell out badly enough that I almost bought it JUST SO I COULD SHOW YOU ALL. Seriously, what the hell?

I *also* went out with my sister yesterday, at which point I tried on these shoes, which. You guys. I am very much in a Wayne's World "They will be mine. OH YES. They will be mine!" place right now, because I am totally completely in love with them. I did not realize my life was incomplete without owls on my shoes, but it SO WAS. Not that I have any money whatsoever, but maybe an early birthday present?

I've gotten to the point where I have to stop brainstorming the fifteen different ideas I have going on and choose just one and commit to it for ds_match. It's still weirdly exciting! Usually at this point in a challenge I'm kind of hating myself. But I'm still really happy and eager for this, which is awesome. I think I'm going to go with the "daily word count assignment" strategy to make myself write. By this time tomorrow I will have finished X number of words! Woo! Note to self: obtain caffeinated beverages to assist in this process.

(Ds Match is also doing a lovely job distracting me from both DS Seekritsanta and Yuletide, both of which I've decided I'm better off not doing this year. I didn't do Yuletide last year, and the year before that I had to drop out; the stress of the challenge overwhelms the awesome for me when I write, so I'm better off just reading. Plus, the things I really love about challenges aren't as vivid when you have hundreds and hundreds of people signing up, because I like the feeling of knowing everybody. Which I've always had in DS Seekritsanta, and actually I have participated in it every single year since its inception! But I really think I can't handle the responsibility this year, so sigh, just a reader [and beta, probably] again.)

I have had the song "West Coast" by Coconut Records stuck in my head for like five days now. It could be worse.

I still mean everything I said about arranged marriage fic yesterday, by the way. TELL ME MORE.

Sometimes I need to talk about Pete Wentz. It's a thing.

After looking for it for, like, an hour just now, I finally managed to find the first conversation I ever remember having with Zee about bandslash!

( short chat conversation )

Which, uh, obviously that link doesn't work anymore; do any of you guys know which pictures we were talking about there? It was Pete and Patrick at some award show. (Oh, hey, it must be this one, although I still have no idea what that's from. Whatever, cuteness.)

All of which is to say: it's been like 8 months and I still want to read that story. I bet Pete acts, and Patrick is queen of the techies up in the sound and light booth.

Also, sekrit message to Sheila: I just showed Amy a bunch of pictures of Hemmy. I think she's getting a little suspicious.