connection in an isolating age

I am experiencing possession adoration. I just bought a sexy little Sony DVD player that plays ANYTHING, omg. Every region of DVD, and even burnt .avi files. I am watching (finally!) Rent.

I am in love with Roger's hair. Is that weird? (It's so blonde and curly and on occasion totally ridiculous and it fwoofs in the breeze as he drives along. HAHAHA. Oh, Roger. Never change.)





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Yeah, okay, one of these days I'll actually do all of those assignments. Um. What else. Oh! For any Milliwaysers who have been wanting to play with Lucifer, I'm going to stick him in the bar when I get back from choir (10pm for me, 8am EST - everyone else can work it out from there, I assume) and then RP until I fall asleep. Any slowtimes can be picked up this weekend.

"Something is missing in our sex life."

This is the best thing I have seen all day.

I LOVE TOTALLY NON-SERIOUS PICSPAMS. Omg. OT3.

*flails happily*

Also, all you f-listers who are wise in the ways of Doctor Who - what's the best place to post fic to? Is there anywhere other than dwfiction worth having a look at? liminalliz has informed me that the fandom is kind of ruthless and scary. IS THIS TRUE?

(And I expect all of the rest of you who were gritting your teeth and hoping I'd shut up soon when I first got obsessed with BSG are now groaning oh, this feels familiar. Don't expect it to stop any time soon. Girl with a shiny new toy here.)