Woohoo, Dresden Files Ficathon! Doo eeeeet.
And AAAAAAAARGH. I just ripped my SECOND pair of jeans in TEN DAYS. Sure, these were very old jeans, but they were my favourites. Also, poor timing, universe! If this had to happen, why couldn’t it have happened yesterday? I could have gone shopping today and taken advantage of all those lovely Presidents’ Day sales.
LIFE IS SO HARD.
Oh Firefly marathon, will you make it better? Of course you will! You’re a Firefly marathon! You make everything better!
Maybe my ripped jeans are a sign from God that I should dress up as Delirium for Comic Con.
(This moodswing is brought to you by the chromosomes XX and the color Red.)