April 25th, 2010

perfume bottle

Product Recommendations

I haven't done this in awhile, so I thought I'd share with all of you what products I use that make my life better. I'm not getting any money from this, obviously, and these are just my opinions. This is a girly, completely self-indulgent and superfluous post. If you're looking for the meaning of life, you'd be better off moving on. And I don't know that you'll actually find the meaning of life on a blog, anyway. But you never know.

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And for all you fanfic readers: Have you been to the dgficexchange to read? There are some real gems over there so far. Have a lovely Sunday!
I don't want to sound like a fangirl

I need to find someone else to talk to about this.

Sometimes, when I forget where I am and have had more than one glass of pinot noir, I confide in my husband about some of my fannish pursuits. I know this is a Very Bad Idea, because although he thinks it's amusing at the time, he teases me about it later something fierce. And although he admits to playing Dungeons and Dragons at age fourteen, somehow what I do is dorky.

I'll describe one such time.

(I'm blathering on about my exchange fic, telling him the dramatic structure behind it and the plot that I thought was pretty good, considering, and he looks at me with a blank expression.)

Him. What? I don't know what you're talking about.

Me. (Indignant) Yes, well, there's a whole subculture out there of people who DO know what I'm talking about.

Him. Mmmhm. We have words to describe them. Twelve-step programs, restraining orders, ankle monitors, offender lists, therapist's couches...

Me. Shut UP.

Grab your torch and pitchforks, girls. He's talking about US. ;)