Boo work! Hooray internets!!!

I am still feeling like yuck, but today I am wearing orange eyeshadow, blue mascara and my supercute retro pin-up girl shoes.

THIS IS NOT AS TRAMPY AS IT SEEMS IN WRITING. With these things working for me, it is nearly impossible to be grumpy. This is the theory I'm going with, anyway.

Yesterday morning, I made the perfect cup of coffee. It was like grounds, water, and milk coming together in perfect harmony to bring joy and peace to my day.

Anyway, a video for you. Basically, when I say, "Misha is crazy!" this is what I'm referencing.

( Hooch is crazy!! )

Confessions

I had intentions, internets, of making deep, thoughtful and thought-provoking posts. However, my head is still stuffed with fluffies as though I am one Winnie the Pooh. And so I sit here with a furrowed look upon my brow and my brain goes, "Um, idk. Why are you looking at me? Hey! That Jeffrey Dean Morgan fellow is hot!"

Yes, yes he is.

I have a confession, internets. Sometimes, when I cannot get to sleep at night, I tell myself stories. If I am working on fic, this is often when I plot. If I am not working on fic I make up epic plotty AU Mary Sues involving JDM!!!!

*ahem*

Anyhow, yeah, you know what? I can not think of a single other thing to say at the moment. My mind went to the JDM place and wiped everything else out.