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Let's catch up, shall we?
Jun. 18th, 2012 03:16 pmI'm thinking I'm going to go on a Renner binge. Possible also a Hiddleston one, as well. The problem is that neither is known for their feel good movies, which is why I've been resisting the urge thus far. Opinions? Any volunteers to marathon along with me?
Yesterday was Father's Day. I spent half of it murdering the fleas the dogs brought into the house and left to party in the living room. (Raid. It's a helluva drug.) Realized that the first time I did this had one small advantage; I had one can of Raid and some carpet thing that actually didn't smell too bad. Without the carpet thing to cut the smell of the Raid, I thought my brain was going to hemorrhage right out of my skull. (Sadly, the carpet thing worked for like, three days and then it was party time in that corner of the room while the Raid side stayed dead and continued to kill any passing bug.) I then signed the boy's card and 'wrapped' his present and put them by my door in case he popped his head in while I was sleeping. He didn't and I fell asleep sometime around noon-ish because I'd been pretty tired before I started my genocide.
I might've cried a little at the realization that it's been more than a year since my dad died and while I've thought this before, it's always been abstract and without the emotional kick to the teeth that one might expect. But then sleep took over and while it left me with a nasty headache, I feel it was preferable to the alternative.
Dreamt the cat got out onto the porch and then escaped or tried to. Woke up for dinner to find the cat missing. Luckily she was found... out on the porch. Of all the dream things to come true, it had to be that? I mean, it could be worse so my complaint list is fairly small here but still.
On the plus side, I've declared war on my hips and I think it's actually working. This is the start of week 3, I think, and I'm able to do a little more than I could at the start, but more importantly when I slipped into my jeans fresh from the dryer, they weren't super snug. It was a pretty good moment there.
AUGH. Just jammed my thumbnail and there's pain and blood and how is that even possible? Don't think...
( Renner spam! )
So. I don't ship them because Thor would never, buuuuuuut if you take that angle away, this is awfully pretty. Spoilers for Thor, obviously.
I miiiiiiiiiiight be prepping for a Loki/Tom Hiddleston picspam. You might be in the process of hiding when that occurs.
Yesterday was Father's Day. I spent half of it murdering the fleas the dogs brought into the house and left to party in the living room. (Raid. It's a helluva drug.) Realized that the first time I did this had one small advantage; I had one can of Raid and some carpet thing that actually didn't smell too bad. Without the carpet thing to cut the smell of the Raid, I thought my brain was going to hemorrhage right out of my skull. (Sadly, the carpet thing worked for like, three days and then it was party time in that corner of the room while the Raid side stayed dead and continued to kill any passing bug.) I then signed the boy's card and 'wrapped' his present and put them by my door in case he popped his head in while I was sleeping. He didn't and I fell asleep sometime around noon-ish because I'd been pretty tired before I started my genocide.
I might've cried a little at the realization that it's been more than a year since my dad died and while I've thought this before, it's always been abstract and without the emotional kick to the teeth that one might expect. But then sleep took over and while it left me with a nasty headache, I feel it was preferable to the alternative.
Dreamt the cat got out onto the porch and then escaped or tried to. Woke up for dinner to find the cat missing. Luckily she was found... out on the porch. Of all the dream things to come true, it had to be that? I mean, it could be worse so my complaint list is fairly small here but still.
On the plus side, I've declared war on my hips and I think it's actually working. This is the start of week 3, I think, and I'm able to do a little more than I could at the start, but more importantly when I slipped into my jeans fresh from the dryer, they weren't super snug. It was a pretty good moment there.
AUGH. Just jammed my thumbnail and there's pain and blood and how is that even possible? Don't think...
( Renner spam! )
So. I don't ship them because Thor would never, buuuuuuut if you take that angle away, this is awfully pretty. Spoilers for Thor, obviously.
I miiiiiiiiiiight be prepping for a Loki/Tom Hiddleston picspam. You might be in the process of hiding when that occurs.