state of the union

TIRED. Tired beyond all previous definitions of the word, and I can't even claim it was for a good cause because once again I've spent my time trying to exorcise a fic from my head and neglecting my assignments. Tomorrow I will need to kick the ASS of this summary paper and lab report.

Insta-rec before I fall into bed: brynnmck's contribution to the Less Is More Day not!porn challenge, Three's A Crowd, due South, Vecchio/Fraser/Kowalski. There isn't so much as a kiss in it and it's still prety much the filthiest thing I've read in ages, because Brynn is just that good.

Also in honour of Less Is More, pearl_o hosted a picspam thread which should conclusively prove my case to any BSGers baffled by why I go on and on about Callum Keith Rennie sometimes. THE MAN IS SEX. Look, I'll show you.

( Exhibit A )

another completed fic

DONE AND DONE.

Set Light To Me Some Surprising Day - BSG - Dee and Lee and the aftermath.

*closes document with a sigh of relief, and goes to type up assignments*

hmm

Just so you know, the only thing I do that gives me any chance of listening to what's cool - or rather, what was cool - is buying the Triple J Hottest 100 album every year. (Well. My mother buys it, and I steal it. My mother is much cooler than I am.)

Augie March played at the ANU Bar on Wednesday, actually - I saw them setting up when I was on my way to a choir meeting. And I must say: I like 'One Crowded Hour', but I am slightly baffled that it was the #1. It's not...all that special...surely? Aussies? Weigh in.

('Black Fingernails, Red Wine', on the other hand, is flat-out awesome.)

I AM SO BORED, FLIST. SO BORED. Someone say hello.