The weirdness that is me.
I'm FREEEEEEE

Until Sunday afternoon/evening the only living things in my house other than me are the fish, Marco, Temmie, and Cougar. NO OTHER HUMANS. Everyone else is in San Diego doing humanish type things like playing on the beach and going to the amusement park. I get to stay in my room and READ without being interrupted every 3 minutes.




Oh gosh. Enjoy your alone time!!
There are no kids in the house! NONE! And no ex. And no KIDS.
Are you dreaming!?!
I hope not.
Whatcha reading?
Bad fanfic, a book on Hebrew etymology, finally decided to watch the last episode of White Collar, which I've been putting off since it aired (if I don't watch it, it doesn't end, right?) a REALLY bad m/m romance book (seriously, one guy's name changed mid-scene), and now I've decided to start NCIS from the beginning again because I only ever watched the first few seasons a few years ago and got mad at Ziva and stopped watching.
Which part??
I refuse to watch after she left.
She'd make up Hebrew expressions. It wasn't really her fault, it was the writers. Her pronunciation was fine. Just that these sayings don't exist.
Please keep breathing! Oxygen is important! (I think.)
Seriously, bask in the joy!
I'll also eat and stuff probably. And feed the animals. And read.
nice d00d