February 4th, 2010

applause

January Contest Winner and February's Contest!

Many, many thanks to elle_blessing , eustacia_vye , filia_umbrae  and goeungurl  for entering January's contest! Jessica and Mylan entered more than once and all the stories were varied and beautiful.   There were some really great drabbles on the replies to THIS POST if you missed it.  Go read and enjoy them.

The winner for this month is filia_umbrae , for her wistful, angsty, yet hopeful  Booth/Brennan drabble!  Congratulations!  Tell me what colors you prefer for your tote bag prize and I'll get right on it.  You can send your address to persephone3333@gmail.com. :D

And now...  
February's Contest!

For the month of luuuurve, and to win a $15 gift certificate to Starbucks, leave in the comments to this post:

your favorite quote about love,

or....

write a drabble about true love, if you're so inspired,
('ships on the january contest post)

or....

make a 'love' icon.

And with your prize, you can buy two and a half cups of fancy coffee. ;)  The entries are due February 28, by midnight.  (Honestly, I go to bed about 10:30, so as long as you get them in before I check my email on the 1st, you're golden. Enter as many times as you like, in a reply to this post.  Only those people on my friends list are eligible.  You can pimp this if you like, but if the folks aren't on my f-list, they can't win.  They are, of course, welcome to friend me and THEN enter.   'Cause I'm all about a way to get around the rules.

Spread the luuuuurrrrrve!  Enter!  Have fun!
The Winchesters look disgusted

I've finally done it.

I killed Aidan. I killed Aidan because I can't turn my head to the right.

Um... Hey, Carrie Leigh, want to explain?

Sure thing, y'all. I'll do my best.

Aidan is my super cute and sexy HP Pavillion laptop, for those of you who were considering calling 911 and reporting a murder.

So the story is that I woke up with a stabbing pain in my neck/back (Again, I say to you twenty somethings, ENJOY your youthful body. About 35 things start breaking). And so I plugged my heating pad into the same extension cord as Aidan and when I went to adjust said pad so that I wasn't in excruciating, stabbing OHMYGOSHTHISSTINKINGHURTS pain, Aidan took a swan dive and landed on the lovely, distressed and very hard hardwood floor of my bedroom.

*tragic wail*

He's with Matt the Computer Guy now, and in good hands. But I'm afraid, my friends, that he isn't going to pull through this one. He didn't look good at all. If a laptop could've been pale, he would have been.

After I took Aidan to the hospital, I went to the chiropractor, and he cracked stuff, I whimpered, stuck these electroshock thingies on me, I whimpered, and then sprayed Biofreeze in the general vicinity of my neck and back, and I howled. It currently feels as if my back is aflame. I want to go throw myself into the nearest snowbank and make it GO AWAY.

Instead I've got some ice and another appointment on Monday. And no laptop. *another tragic wail* So if I'm scarce, that's why.

Now I'm off to teach acting to the children of Amarillo. Have a better day than I have, everyone!