and now I talk about my toilet

I woke up to pee last night and I had been right in the middle of the coolest dream ever involving Jon Walker, who was chummy with one of my friends and we were just sitting around a table laughing - I have no clue what was so funny - and chillin' out and I wish I could remember more. I barely remember waking up, except sitting on the toilet and going 'hey, wait, that was jwalk!' and telling myself that I totally had to remember this in the morning, but it didn't work out so well. I know we were talking about something AWESOME but I can't recall what. oh well.

Epic Fic Of Fail And Wretchedness is hopefully being helped somewhat by the tender and loving care of flickerofyou, but I make no promises, because I seriously want to stab it to death and put it out of it's misery. Something just went drastically wrong with my harlequin fic. It's 22000 words of pure hot mess, I am not even kidding.

Oh, oh, and Mary Beth Saporta is totally an ACTRESS, y/mfy? Eddie sleeps on her couch, because he has no job and no life goals and he wears a bathrobe all the time and calls up Jace Wentz in the middle of the night to discuss how puppets could come alive and kill him or, like, the threat of robots on the human race, and how he's totally learning karate by On Demand. Jace, I think, is a reporter and he travels all over the world and he sends little Ginger (Jace is 2 years younger than Pear and Ginger is a whopping 14 years younger) stuff from wherever he is, and Jace is totally her favorite!!! Katie Stump also might have the biggest crush ever on him. /random