quidditchgrrl: (angst angst angst)
You know, until a few minutes ago, I'd never heard Jonathan Rhys-Meyers sing.

I think...I need some new undies. Holy hell. Just another layer of teh pretty.

Here's the song, from August Rush - This Time.

Also, this fic, by Anonymous, fucking OWNS me. I nearly melted into a puddle, and right before work, too. Paging Dr. Freud, STAT.

Luckily, there was some eye candy at work in the form of a couple cutie-pie patrons and one co-worker. It's at times like this that I really hate being married, I can't get no satisfaction. Promises, promises. Hormonal angst ahead. )

*wades out of the angst pool*

Heh, check out Gingerbread Ghetto. That's the kind of holiday craft I can get behind!

Other than that...I got nothing but a whole lot of energy going to waste. :-P
quidditchgrrl: (Crumbs!  Penfold!)
So, Christmas:

1. Visit in-laws. Check.
2. Attend church. Check. Sermon without anti-abortion lecture - check.
3. Loot ) Check.
4. Have scrumptious Christmas dinner of prime rib with all the fixins - check.
5. Have stomachache from said dinner - yup.
6. Spend three hours at work on Christmas Day - yessir.
7. Watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, A Christmas Story, and Home Alone - sho' nuff.
8. Plan to do it all again next year - you bet your sweet bippy.

In other news, my dad is engaged (again). His fiancee is nice, puts up with him. If this will get him to sell the house, it'll all be worth it.

Dad also did not seem to like my present - I got him HPSS on tape. I'll pick him up a restaurant card for Bob Evans this week, methinks.

In other, other news, the semi-annual Bath and Body Works sale begins Tuesday. Life is gooood! :D

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