you are being served

First! Look what prillalar did for me!

Jeremiah/Markus smut: Hot Water, K-Y, and The End of the World

Second. I have a tattoo of a television. Which is to say. On the inside of my left forearm, in four colors, a tattoo of a TV set with knobs and static and antennae. I've wanted this for a long time. TV's important to me. I am now emblazoned, owned, claimed. I AM BECOME TELEVISION!

Third. I've got some fannish yuletide gifts up for grabs. Take 'em for yourself or give 'em to that special someone. What do you get for the fangirl who has everything?

( Projects! Squee! )

This is what I have for Monday morning. I had an excellent weekend with fondue and tattoos, with Sputnik and her two enormous cats. If I were having any more fun I'd break into song; the only thing holding me back is the fact that my toe hurts.

I feel. Like myself. I'm enjoying that. Sputnik's a big part of it. The tattoo helps, too.

ship of sheep

I actually don't quite understand this 'shipper meme, but I'm poking at it because I'm Just That Bored. And any comments about finishing my Yuletide story will only elicit stern glances and perhaps the throwing of things from my desk.

Additionally, not a *single* taker for my holiday projects? You all suck. *g*

( like Charlotte likes shoes )