My failboat status is a permanent one I feel.
Messing around with my message settings this morning I managed to delete everything. The 1999 comments that were stored there I don't care about, the private PMs I do. Thankfully I'd read the new ones so I can respond, but the feedback for
What it Says on the Tin How someone followed a link from
crack_van and told me how much they enjoyed the mother/car/plushie fucking. Gone! /dramatic moment.
While I was there I binned some of the post notifications I had set up, and man, reading them made me laugh because in combination the subjects made me out to be a psycho. Or a darkfic/badfic lover, one of the two.
Also, I had mushy peas for dinner, because mushy peas are delicious. But you know what makes them even more so? Mint sauce. So, I go to tip some onto the peas to mix in, and half the jar globs out. At which point I could either spoon pea tainted mint sauce back into the jar or just eat it all. I ate it all. Which see. This is why I won't be filling in that cooking meme.
Sometimes my brother does really low things. Mam has been saving special edition £2 coins, the ones in circulation with the differing patterns. He went to her house while she was out and took them, and while he did give her the money back it wasn't the coins she'd been saving. She got mad at him for doing it, only for him to do the same two nights ago with a bag of special fifty pences she's been saving.
The thing is she never says anything until she's been drinking, so valid issues get caught up in all the other crap she pulls.
Kay turned up at mine at 9am this morning, so I've watched SPN and Criminal Minds while she was here. Much love for them both.
Talking of which. I was surprised to see myself on the love meme that's been going around the bandom fandom. Thank you so much to the people that said such lovely things ♥