candesco: text: fairy tales tell us not only do dragons exist, but they can be defeated (slaying dragons)
Things I did this weekend: got shitfaced with R and her boy twice (once while he was wearing a goddamn Phillies shirt, the other time while he was wearing a Mike Richards shirt, it was amazing that I looked at him with anything other than contempt at any point this weekend, particularly as the Mike Richards shirt has now been worn three days in a row), wrote 1500 words of Booth/Weiss for some reason, and sent Katie an e-mail about my vomit, which she replied to with talk about her snot because we are the classiest human beings.

Basically what I got out of this article is that Brian Campbell's fiancée has all of the correct opinions in the world. At least about the weather which because I am an old lady now is all I ever talk and/or think about. I would also marry her with opinions like that, Soupy, well done. (Okay, she has one incorrect opinion and that is thinking he's attractive, but hey. Dopey gingers need love too.)

Speaking of opinions, you know whose opinions are the worst? Ryan Kesler. As evidence, I submit the haircut he had Booth get at the 2004 WJC, dear lord. (Also found while going through the Booth tag on Tumblr, something I have only recently been able to do because of finally being desensitized to how weird it is not to see him in Panthers gear: SMILING BOOTH. Also, fuckwads who tag pictures of him as "Florida Panthers" even when he's in Canucks gear CAN GO ROT.)

And since I have posted this everywhere because I am so incredibly thrilled, C and I decided we were going to do one not-dirt cheap hockey game while I'm home in March: the seats here in red are where we will be for the March game against the Hurricanes.

Um. I'm also going to the doctor tomorrow to hopefully get put back on anti-anxiety meds. It shouldn't be too big of a deal (she and I spoke about it briefly in September), but I am of course anxious about it. Whatever. I hate my brain chemicals and their need to be regulated, but if I can stop being freaked the fuck out long enough to actually open the word documents I need to open for school, it would be really good.


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October 2016



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