Sad but true: while I have never watched American Idol at all, I've been reading David Cook/David Archuleta slash. Like, in a the-same-five-stories-over-and-over way. Obviously, this proves that gay sex is universal and they should really make out on camera like all the stories say they do.
I'm also attempting to get a real job, by which I mean admiring my usage of italics on my resume and watching a lot of House. My parents want me to find one in New York, I want to live in San Diego, but maybe I don't because my boyfriend is still in Chicago, but maybe I do because let's face it: San Diego > boys. (Plus, I bet the density of cute surfer boys per square mile is really, gorgeously high in SoCal.)
Guys, adult life is hard; send puppies.
(Also, I was writing John/Rodney the other day. I blame Thore's weird highlights for reminding me of my love of brunettes.)
I'm also attempting to get a real job, by which I mean admiring my usage of italics on my resume and watching a lot of House. My parents want me to find one in New York, I want to live in San Diego, but maybe I don't because my boyfriend is still in Chicago, but maybe I do because let's face it: San Diego > boys. (Plus, I bet the density of cute surfer boys per square mile is really, gorgeously high in SoCal.)
Guys, adult life is hard; send puppies.
(Also, I was writing John/Rodney the other day. I blame Thore's weird highlights for reminding me of my love of brunettes.)