InsaneJournal

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things.
i. My dad is in the hospital. Again. Because he fell down. Again. Nothing is broken, apparently, but his knee is swollen, and he can't walk, and if this is anything like the last four times he's done this, it'll be another three weeks until things are back to (almost) normal. I swear, one of these days I'm going to surgically attach his walker to his body, because he and my mother are both too old for this shit. It worries me when he's laid up, and watching her sleep in hospital chairs and survive of bad cafeteria food freaks me the fuck out.

ii. At this very moment, I am writing three fics at once. Three fics. At once. Why the hell do I do this to myself?

iii. Speaking of those three fics: Shut up, Sirius. Please. For the love of toast, just shut your god-damned mouth. I know I'm asking a lot, but. If you'd talk less and frot more, I'd be writing two fics instead of three. Also, the posturing. It's not helping me help you get laid, all right?

iv. Oh, Patrick. Patrick motherfucking Stump. I have no idea what you're mumbling about on The Carpal Tunnel of Love, but you're voice makes me want to shag you into the ground, regardless.

v. My size and scope of my embarrassing and incredibly infantile crush on Gerard Way cannot be textually rendered. This is probably for the best.