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I now interrupt my busy schedule of calling every English teacher/grad student/librarian I know (thank you, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladycat777, likeadeuce, femmenerd and tkp) to whine about my first back-to-school paper (it's four pages and they want four external sources - wtf?) to point you toward this:
Scruffy, Pretty Things. Jared Padalecki owes me corneas.
And where the hell does Jensen Ackles buy his jeans? When did my life become a random series of sound effects, Chaucer incest and tracking down the exact denim wash Jensen Ackles is wearing in this post?
Guys, I squeezed my ass into a pair of size 6 jeans today. And it wasn't even, like, a sausage squeeze. There was wiggle room - I could have shoved a bong in my waistband and gone on tour with Kane - I'm going to killadis723. She's totally ruined my brain.
But it's the little pleasures these days. Tom Welling with scruff, a pair of jeans I can't afford yet are five sizes smaller than the ones I was wearing in April, the fact that a light mocha frappucino (no whip) is only 3 Weight Watcher's points *and* we watched "Holy Grail" in my Chaucer class today...that's pure happiness, right there.
Wow. This post is so beyond esoteric it's...it's like I wrote it in Urdu and then ran it through BabelFish. Sorry! See what you're not missing? *g* God bless Texas.
( Oh! *That's* What I Wanted to Talk About )
ladycat777, likeadeuce, femmenerd and tkp) to whine about my first back-to-school paper (it's four pages and they want four external sources - wtf?) to point you toward this:Scruffy, Pretty Things. Jared Padalecki owes me corneas.
And where the hell does Jensen Ackles buy his jeans? When did my life become a random series of sound effects, Chaucer incest and tracking down the exact denim wash Jensen Ackles is wearing in this post?
Guys, I squeezed my ass into a pair of size 6 jeans today. And it wasn't even, like, a sausage squeeze. There was wiggle room - I could have shoved a bong in my waistband and gone on tour with Kane - I'm going to kill
adis723. She's totally ruined my brain. But it's the little pleasures these days. Tom Welling with scruff, a pair of jeans I can't afford yet are five sizes smaller than the ones I was wearing in April, the fact that a light mocha frappucino (no whip) is only 3 Weight Watcher's points *and* we watched "Holy Grail" in my Chaucer class today...that's pure happiness, right there.
Wow. This post is so beyond esoteric it's...it's like I wrote it in Urdu and then ran it through BabelFish. Sorry! See what you're not missing? *g* God bless Texas.
( Oh! *That's* What I Wanted to Talk About )
