Cullen's

Srsly, you can't make this up. This is the bar beside the Music Box where we'll be seeing How to Be shortly. Having a beer & killing time. Ha! And Joe Hastings just walked inside. The composer of the soundtrack I have in my bag right now. Ridiculous.

And we're trying to avoid gaggles of girlies taking pictures posing. At least mine is one the sly cuz that's how I roll.

I am a bad blogger

But I spend oodles of time on the interwebs. Doing what? Well, playing on YouTube, emailing, chatting, and the like. But most of the time?

Reading fanfic.

That's right. I said it. I can't stop. It's an addiction. And one that I happily share (right Kim?). Yes, there's the smutty goodness, but there are also honestly good stories (or at least good writing). Now grammar/punctuation mostly take one for the team, but if you can get past that, YOU WILL LURVE IT. Fr srs. Want a recommendation? A nice gateway fic to kill time & see what all the fuss is about? I. Will. Hook. You. Up.

I held out. When it was offered to me, I scoffed. "Um, I'm not really into that, thanks." Shame on me. I now check my email obsessively for updates, then send out a mass text (trying to beat Emily) to my girlies so we can squee & awww & *tear* together. It really is glorious. Beth & I actually made Valentine's care packages - complete with homemade cards (think glue & glitter) and t-shirts - all revolving around 2 specific fics (the two best, IMHO). We have developed our own perverse language. We are in our own little bubble & quite happy.

I feel like I'm in middle school all over again. I'm going to start telling fortunes with that little folded up paper gizmo.