So, I'm loving The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I'm especially loving Derek Reese. Sure, when I first saw Brian Austin Green, I had a WTF moment. I mean, 90210 boy can't act, right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. The crush I have on this character may surpass the crush I have on Dean Winchester. That is some serious crushing, just to be clear.

On Brian Austin Green, for God's sake. What's wrong with me?

Thunder clouds roll across the sky in black and blue lines as I climb. Lifting a heavy legs up the steep ascent, a cramp twinges through my neck, and I stumble to my hands and knees. Palms scuff the rough-hewn stairs carved into the curved sandstone cliffs, and I lick my lips as a light mist falls over me. Moving at a snails pace, my hand catches the camel colored stoned, some of it crumbling under my weight as I struggle up. I glance over the edge, unable to see the ground below through the thick fog swirling in the distance. Anxiety washes over me, as I grab a piece of broken rock and with trembling hands drop it.
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There is something sexy about that. Mmmm' Dean.

School is back in session in the deep south. The temperature during the last week was a mere 107, and I feel for the youth of today having to return to that sort of heat while most of the school air conditioning units are broken down. Kinda makes a girl wonder about the adults planning for the school year. Did they forget it was hot? And school was starting? Anyway, I'm sure it is difficult to concentrate when going into a coma from heat stroke. Poor kids.

In other news, yesterday I drove my nephew to the airport after he spent two weeks at our home. It went pretty well from my point of view. He did sleep a lot, but he also decided to start taking his medication again. I hope he continues. Otherwise, I don't see his first year of college going very well. Not because he can't do the work, but because he sleeps about fifteen hours a day when he isn't on his meds. I don't think anyone can really be successful when they are only awake nine hours a day. At anything. Except sleeping. I could be wrong, but I don't think so.

I'm blocked like a muther-fucker today. I need someone in a fic to die, and I'm unable to kill them. It just won't come. The bastard won't die!!!

So, yeah. Killing in fiction is harder than I thought.

Happy Sunday.

Wow. I'm tired. Spent the day with my nephew killing zombies at the arcade. My trigger finger my have a wee blister on it. Not that I'm complaining. The alternative, losing to zombies, isn't tolerable. I need my brains.

Sometimes, my mind becomes peaceful and quiet. All those things I cannot control or influence that are falling on me like an avalanche are going to come down whether I worry or not. The upcoming impinging is inevitable, why fuss? Sit back, let go and watch the sky fall. It's gonna be a spectacular impact.

Current Mood: relaxed

Like some hyperactive Red Baron, a fly has be dive bombing me all day. It is kind of annoying.

It is a rainy morning, so B and I are skipping our usual weekend trip to Starbucks. We get a coffee and sit outside shooting the shit for a few hours every Sunday. We've all got rituals.

All right then! It always feels odd to start a new journal. I want to do something different and new, but I am who I am: dorky, shallow with way too much time on my hands. I claimed space over here in an attempt to move away from the crazy that is LJ. Not sure when or how long it will take to migrate and I'll probably be posting at both places for a bit.

So, howdy! Nice to meet you.

Current Mood: chipper