Currently converting my mum to Supernatural. As we're watching Tall Tales she gleefully shouts "BOYFIGHT!!" I love my mum.

Dear God. I only just got caught up on AI this week. I want to marry David Cook and have lots of musically gifted babies who cry perfect tears of joy. That is all.

PS. Someone give me icons!

I find this vaguely amusing anyway. And thank you to everyone who has posted such wonderful videos, photos and accounts of the various Cons recently. I feel like I was there!

I have this confession to make. I'm actually kind of enjoying OTH. There was this awful moment when I thought that I was going to have to put up with Daneel Harris being back on my screen but it seems that I have been a good girl because she has gone off to be a crack whore again or something. Rachel that is. I have no reason to believe that Daneel is a crack whore. Although she is clearly trying to make off with my TV boyfriend and for that I will never forgive her.

But I was suddenly struck with the need to picspam OTH. Crazy.

( This contains a very non dial-up friendly post, some of my rather nutty ramblings, a couple of tunes and spoilers for the entire of One Tree Hill 512 )

Being on nights has really eaten my brain. I have come to the conclusion that I am no longer funny or interesting. Some of you may feel relieved that it is no longer preying on your minds that you may have to point this out one day. I feel the need to cheer myself up and spread a little joy.



That is all.

Well it seems that Monday has been pretty rubbish all round really.

It was pissing with rain at 8am this morning when Monty decided he absolutely HAD to go for a walk. Walked out of the house with Monty and my umbrella (I am now having grave doubts about the spelling of that, along with "stand under my umber-ella" etc. stuck in my head. THANKS Rhianna) to be confronted with a large gust of wind. My umbrella promptly flipped inside out and then snapped in half. It then proceeded to blow down the middle of the road in all its bright pink glory, hitting 2 cars, a van and a bus. So I was not only drenched but also embarrassed and the subject of much cussing from 'white van man'.

I then hid at home for the rest of the day drinking the MOST AWESOME fruit/herb teas. They rock my socks.

I am mainlining America's Best Dance Crew. It is FABULOUS.
But why can I only get it on youtube?
The internets are letting me down and I am sad.

ALSKDJFKLA;S
Fucking laptop just went all BLUESCREENOFDEAAAAATH on me. So now I have to reinstall XP because it won't fucking repair, just keeps freezing. Youtube killed my laptop. I am not happy. I had STUFF on that computer. Thank God I am a hoarder and therefore have my desktop to console me. Although I have now spent HOURS trying to fix this and it is TOMORROW. Aaaarggghhh!

These two are engaged right? I mean, this is at least the second outing of the rings-on-the-wedding-fingers.

Also? How does ginormous-hands Jared manage not to break little dolly Sandy in half? Hmmm?

RL pretty much sucks. Pregnant flatmates and no job will kind of bring you down. Am now going to wallow extensively with angsty!Winchesters. The pretty may cheer me. It is worth a try.

I am trying to decide whether to jump in with both feet or simply continue dipping the toes in the water. Shall I go to http://www.seanharry.com/breakout2/index.htm (yes, that's right, I cannot even remember how to lj-cut or do linkies - am rubbish)?
*thinks hard*

Is anybody else going? Will I be the only crazy ass stalker there? Should I really just stop worrying already?

Well I almost made it a whole year without lj. But then I was reading TWoP. And something linked me to VM. Which I then watched. And then I thought "Hell there are better things in life than work". So I hit the internets. And lo and behold, suddenly it was like I had never left. So here starts my recovery. Or relapse. Depends on your point of view really.

Oh. And I totally promised pictures of the puppy. He's not really so much of a puppy any more, but pretty cute nonetheless. Meet Monty.




Now back to rehab...

So there is this little thing called work. And I don't think I like it. I prefered that days of sitting in a darkened room surfing the internet and looking for pictures of pretty men. Wait. That makes me sound a little wierd. Well, that'll come as a surprise to absolutely no-one. This is merely a brief post to reassure those of you who have nudged me that I am indeed alive and I will attempt to do a full update next weekend. Complete with unbearably cute pictures of my new puppy. In the meantime I guess I should go sort out some sick people. Grrr.

Hello flist! (those of you who actually remember who I am!)

Apologies for not being around for something nearing for ever. RL kind of got a bit insane and I've barely been able to get near a computer. But I've been looking at everyone's photos from various CW meet and greet things that happened ...oh... MONTHS ago. I AM SO JEALOUS. Looks like everyone had an awesome time. And HI JASON! How is it possible that I could forget the hotness that is JFDoh? I lose at life quite clearly. So I decided that to make up for it I would watch many episodes of VM. And then I got an email telling me that my S2 DVDs have been dispatched. And then I found many picspams. And Christmassy fic. The universe clearly loves me. All is good.

I am now attempting to catch up at veronicamarsfic but it's taking a reeeealy long time. I had no idea you lot were so prolific. When I was checking my flist daily I didn't really notice, but now there are about 300 entries a week just on my friends filter. There is no way I will ever be able to catch up on everything. I still don't have any interweb access at the hospital and since I have to live there during the week (not to mention the many weeks where I don't make it back to London at all), this makes me very sad. I shall have to do something to rectify this situation since it is utterly unacceptable that I no longer have 24/7 access to Logan!PORN. ::grumblegrumble::

But I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and I wish you all the best for the New Year. I shall attempt to be less like the invisible woman from now on. I know, I know... promises, promises.

Hello wonderful flist. Yeah, I'm buttering you up. I need a favour. Since I'm stuck in dial-up in a hospital hell except for today I was wondering if any of you would be able to u/l John Mayer-Daughters and Sarah Slean-Angel. I appear to have lost them when my hard drive did it's whole "fuck off and die if you think I'm going to store all that TV for months" routine. And I am sad.

I have now done a week at the hospital. No deaths. But then again, I haven't actually had to see a single patient yet. Apparently for the first two weeks they're just going to let us trail around after the current interns and then take over when they move on on the 1st August. So that's a relief!

And now I have to go and pack up the rest of my flat. Life is hard.

I got up yesterday at about 5.30am in order to load the car. After 6 trips up and down stairs I was feeling highly productive, not to mention shattered, and headed off. Realised that I had a severe lack of fuel so headed to the petrol station. Saw that one of my tyres was a little low and thought I'd pop some air in it.

All good so far. Except the air pump has apparently stopped working and I look on in dismay as my tyre COMPLETELY DEFLATES. Finally got it sorted 20 minutes later. So I am late, and flustered, and cross. But I am on my way.

On the plus side, NO DEAD PATIENTS yet!

Hope everyone is well. I had 200 flist entries to read after 24 hours of not being online. I need to sort out those filters. Eeek. So, I'm sorry if I'm not as enthusiastic about commenting as usual, but I am thinking of you all!

You know how I'm starting my new job as a doctor tomorrowtoday? Well I am going to be wrecked before I even begin. It's fucking 2.19am and I have to get up at 5am in order to pack the car and drive for 2 and a half hours to get to the hospital in time. Which, by my calculations, means that even if I were to go back to bed and pass out immediately, I would still only get 2 hours and 40mins sleep. That is ignoring the fact that I have been trying to sleep for the last 3 HOURS. I AM CROSS.

On the plus side I have been surfing the interweb for Logan!porn. And there is lots. However, unlikely to help me sleep. And why is it so hot? It's nighttime. In England. It's not supposed to be hot and humid. If I wanted that I'd GO TO TEXAS. Yeah, I'm cranky. This doesn't bode well for any patients I encounter later today. Still, better I rant at you guys. Because I can apologise to you with VMspamming. I doubt that sick people would be so forgiving.

Anyway, back to bed. Or, you know, the furnace that is my bedroom. ARRRGGGGHHHHH!

But lookie! New icon. That makes me happy.

So you post porn photo manips of Tom Welling for a laugh. And it's all fun and games until you hit "read email" and realise that EVERY TIME someone comments, you have to re-live the experience. So in the interests of saving my eyes from the need to be bleached I am FINALLY getting around to another VM picspam. Today? PLAN B. Oh yes. So much Logan goodness. Now, usually my picspams are several miles long. I'd like to tell you that this will be different, but that would be a lie. In fact, I went so far overboard with this one that it is going to have to be posted in two parts. That is how sorry I am about the gratuitous nudity.

Also, I am totally supposed to be packing for my new job that starts tomorrow. And brushing up on some medicine would probably be a good idea too. But I'm scared about when I'll next be able to get online with my own computer rather than the hospital ones. And I'm pretty sure that they'll frown upon me carrying out my usual activities on NHS PCs. Which, essentially, belong to the government. So, this is more in the nature of me ensuring that I have lots of pretty things to look at whilst 'working'. What? I'm an intern. I'll need something to gaze at at 3am.

( So here is part 1 of the mammoth Plan B picspam. There will be all the usual swearing and inappropriate comments about Logan. I am, after all, only human. Also, this may contain almost as many caps as the actual episode had frames. In some parts it totally does. Also? There are tongues! pouts! and winks! contained herein. Heh, didn't know you could clickie that fast )

I am clearly a deeply disturbed individual. Any normal person would have seen these, giggled and/or retched, and then moved on. I felt the need to post them in my LJ. Yeah, NC-17, or "please God don't sue me for emotional trauma". This time, I am worried. Certain members of my flist (you know who you are) asked for this. I would have let it slide otherwise.

ETA: So I even felt the need to do a poll. Apparently you all believe me to be deeply sick and wrong. I can live with that. Except Chandler, who believes I SHOULD NOT POST THEM. But he's a boy. And therefore it's understandable. Chandler - DO NOT CLICK THE LJ-CUT. PLEASE.

( Yes, this is Tom Welling photo manipulation porn of the highest degree. As in NAKED. At least I hope that it is manipulation. Otherwise I will feel dirty. As in '-er than I already feel after the last post I made'. Again my sole defence is that I just can't face it alone. And I know that some of you are tempted to clicky. It's the LJ cut. It calls your name. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. REALLY. Please GOD don't click on this if you're at work or somewhere that naked men are likely to get you fired. Also, feel free to remove me from your flist. I'll understand. )