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TMI, among other things
Jan. 10th, 2010 08:23 pmSo I had to have my left nipple stud taken out Wednesday. It was migrating. I distinctly remember the right stud hurting more than the left going in, so I suspect the reason the left rejected and not the right is that the left piercing wasn't quite deep enough in the first place. In any case, it's on its way to closing back up now, and in a couple months I should be able to get it re-pierced.
And now that I have posted this I am of course picturing you all wincing and clutching your bosoms in empathy. Well, mostly just clutching your bosoms—in my imagination I'm not really paying much attention to your faces.
A girl must find her amusements where she can.
So I've caught up on Merlin series 2.
It's come to my attention that Merlin fandom is terrible at naming things. I'm not just talking about fic, though most of the fanfiction in the fandom is given depressingly unoriginal titles. I'm talking about the fanon nicknames every other fandom I've been in has come up with to mock it's beloved characters. In Smallville we had LionEL and Lana-Fu. In Avatar: The Last Airbender we had Crazula and Penislord Ozai. In Torchwood we had Zombie!Owen. In American Idol RPS we have The Gay Alien from Planet Fierce. In SPN we have the Metallicar. In SPNRPS we named Jared's cock.
That is to say, if you Merlin fen weren't lying down on the job, Uther Pendragon would have assumed his rightful name of King Trollfucker the instant he ... what was that he did again?
Oh right—had sex with a troll.
And that is all I have to say about that.
Jogging is so much easier on a treadmill. I felt so in shape running for 20 minutes without stopping on my dad's treadmill over break, and now that I'm on a jogging path I'm back to feeling like a complete novice who can't go five minutes without panting like I'm dying.
Yes, you are correct in assuming this post has a point.
And now that I have posted this I am of course picturing you all wincing and clutching your bosoms in empathy. Well, mostly just clutching your bosoms—in my imagination I'm not really paying much attention to your faces.
A girl must find her amusements where she can.
So I've caught up on Merlin series 2.
It's come to my attention that Merlin fandom is terrible at naming things. I'm not just talking about fic, though most of the fanfiction in the fandom is given depressingly unoriginal titles. I'm talking about the fanon nicknames every other fandom I've been in has come up with to mock it's beloved characters. In Smallville we had LionEL and Lana-Fu. In Avatar: The Last Airbender we had Crazula and Penislord Ozai. In Torchwood we had Zombie!Owen. In American Idol RPS we have The Gay Alien from Planet Fierce. In SPN we have the Metallicar. In SPNRPS we named Jared's cock.
That is to say, if you Merlin fen weren't lying down on the job, Uther Pendragon would have assumed his rightful name of King Trollfucker the instant he ... what was that he did again?
Oh right—had sex with a troll.
And that is all I have to say about that.
Jogging is so much easier on a treadmill. I felt so in shape running for 20 minutes without stopping on my dad's treadmill over break, and now that I'm on a jogging path I'm back to feeling like a complete novice who can't go five minutes without panting like I'm dying.
Yes, you are correct in assuming this post has a point.
