i hate mornings
Man. I look like I could join an 80's metal band right now. THANKS, DAD. I LOVE YOUR HAIR GENES. NO REALLY.
So I did my taxes yesterday, and while doing my state, discovered I actually paid less taxes back to the corrupt government than I did last year. Things are sort of looking up, there. I dropped them at the post office last night, and, dammit. I so should have had the camera with me. Bradley Center was all lit up and pretty, and there was achicken, a giant chicken, I tell ya! eagle standing there, cheering people on.
Note to self: if you do not do laundry tonight, you will have no clothing to wear to work tomorrow.
Have been considering it, and, if I were stuck in BSG, I'd totally be a viper pilot. Those of you who've been subjected to my driving would probably agree. All I'd have to do would be to get pissed off before every mission and then I'd be too busy being annoyed at the world to remember to be scared.
This is not to say I'd survive very long, just that, y'know, I'd be all in love with my flippy ship and its ability to wiggle around.
fandomsecrets has hit some epiphany and is hosting a crossover meme. There's some random, yet awesome stuff on there I've got thirty tabs open, linking to prompts or fic (Death meet the Firefly crew is up there on my list of things that are awesome) that I'll spam later. My personal favorite crack pairing of Starbuck/Sanzo is listed now.
sigh. I need to find my hairbrush. Sadly, I'm an accountant, not a pop star.
So I did my taxes yesterday, and while doing my state, discovered I actually paid less taxes back to the corrupt government than I did last year. Things are sort of looking up, there. I dropped them at the post office last night, and, dammit. I so should have had the camera with me. Bradley Center was all lit up and pretty, and there was a
Note to self: if you do not do laundry tonight, you will have no clothing to wear to work tomorrow.
Have been considering it, and, if I were stuck in BSG, I'd totally be a viper pilot. Those of you who've been subjected to my driving would probably agree. All I'd have to do would be to get pissed off before every mission and then I'd be too busy being annoyed at the world to remember to be scared.
This is not to say I'd survive very long, just that, y'know, I'd be all in love with my flippy ship and its ability to wiggle around.
sigh. I need to find my hairbrush. Sadly, I'm an accountant, not a pop star.

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You could be an accountant by day and a pop star by night!
I think I'd be a good Raptor girl. Though I'd probably REALLY be deck crew or something even less glamorous.
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And, Yay for awesome
ly baddrivers. I would totally be a Viper pilot too.And, Boo for bad hair days. I got to the point where I gave up on taming my hair.
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Gods, yes. Sigh. (can I make out with Starbuck and Anders, then? Y/Y?)
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Heeeeey. I like that idea.
I might totally bomb out as a viper jock, but I'd totally try. They might not take me seriously after the second time I tell Helo I'd climb him like a tree if I didn't think his wife would kill me...
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Score! Of course, I might totally bomb out, but I'd so try.
*snerk* Sadly, I work in an office where they require some semblance of order in presentation. Sigh.
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I don't think I would bomb out of Viper school, but I do think that I would strike fear into the hearts of my fellow pilots and...whatever Raiders have in place of hearts as well.
And, I know how you feel. When I stepped up to the desk to get processed this morning, the Secret Service agent spent a good five minutes looking at me. Then he made me do a drug test.
Note, nobody else had to do one
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Somehow, the drug test does... not surprise me.
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Oh, I'm not either. I'm just glad that alcohol doesn't pop up in drug tests.
And,speaking of alcohol, I don't know what I'm drinking while BSG is on this week. Suggestions would be awesome.
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(Saying you'd hit him like the Twelve Colonies might not go over so well, though.)