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abyssinia4077 (who's making me write crackier and crackier stuff) and rowan_d (who's making me write S/D pRon!), I'm still chugging along on my SDficathon piece. But, boy am I bored of it... *g* I'm going to go write something not featuring Sam OR Daniel after it's done. They can go jump. (Although now I kinda want to write MacGyver/Sam (Carter)... dammit, surrealphantast...)
abyssinia4077 (who's making me write crackier and crackier stuff) and rowan_d (who's making me write S/D pRon!), I'm still chugging along on my SDficathon piece. But, boy am I bored of it... *g* I'm going to go write something not featuring Sam OR Daniel after it's done. They can go jump. (Although now I kinda want to write MacGyver/Sam (Carter)... dammit, surrealphantast...)And I am developing somewhat of a crush on Michael Shanks, thanks to the dry humour of his blog. Still not especially attracted to Daniel, though, which is... eh. At least I can say that it's definitely not about appearance for me. (Although the fact that he's very hot doesn't... hinder my impending crush. *g*)
I'm a terrible girlfriend. Why do you put up with me, A? *squishes*
What else? My ankle itches. I slept from 7.30pm last night all the way through to 6.30am this morning, woohoo. Oh, and I hate people who can't open doors for themselves, meaning I have to get up and open it for them. It's an EASY CODE TO REMEMBER, GODDAMMIT. LEARN IT. STOP EXPECTING ME TO BE YOUR DOORMAN, OR SOON I SHALL START LEAVING YOU OUT THERE. KNOCKING AS QUIETLY AS POSSIBLE DOESN'T MAKE ME DISLIKE YOU ANY LESS.
Eejits.
/rant. Life's tough, huh? *g*
Now I'm going to go have lunch.
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And I'm in love with the MS blog, too.
:-)
*g*
I get ranty about this 'cause I've worked in a couple of places where I've had to open the door for various imbeciles. The worst was the one with the glass door, when I was a receptionist. It didn't make a sound when I pressed the unlocking mechanism - so they'd knock, I'd unlock it, and they'd stand out there waving, wanting me to let them in. I'd, meanwhile, stand inside, waving for them to try the (now unlocked) door. If I eventually gave up waiting for them to try the door, and got up to go open it, that meant letting go of the unlocking mechanism - thus making it seem as though I'd just been refusing to let them in until they'd waved at me for long enough... urgh. Stupid system.