freaky-deaky awesome!

[piecesof_reeses]

SO, APPARENTLY YESTERDAY WAS HALLOWEEN. :O

And oh my gosh, it was very exciting. LET ME TELL YOU A STORY, OKAY. I promise you will (probably) like it. It is very freaky-deaky, anyway. So, I am driving along a road at about 11:59 PM last night, on the way home from my chaoticallyclev's super awesome play-Rockband-and-dance-around-like-a-lunatic Halloween party. (Yes, I know, how very lame of me, going home before midnight.) BUT ANYWAY. My early departure very helpfully facilitated the imminent freaky-deakiness!

Because at 11:59 PM, I happen to glance at my car's odometer (it's quite new), and I see that it reads 666. And I'm like, lol awesome :D But then--BUT THEN, my clock ticks over to 12:00 AM, and I shit you not, the odometer goes to 667 miles at exactly the same time. Like, good-bye devil's hour! Good-bye Halloween! See you again next year!

Um, yeah. That is the end of my story. Possibly it was cooler when I was experiencing it all alone in a car on an empty street at midnight. Whatever.

I'm afraid that I haven't any more content to add. I mean, everyone already knows about Adam Lambert's sparkly new single, yes? The one where he wants to entertain you until you scream? Part of me is going, LOL ADAM LAMBERT and the other part is going, OMG ILU ADAM LAMBERT.

Guess which part's winning. /o\ I am really hoping this breaks into the airwaves and the top 40. Because that would be amazing. So, so amazing. I wonder how the RCA execs are feeling right now. >:)

Oh, right, fic update. I am (hopefully) almost done with it--I've just sent it off to my beta, actually--and it might be up soon! Maybe. Depending on how much schoolwork gets piled on me and how much I have to fix my story's gaping plotholes. It is 42,000 words, asfj;wieojf. 42,000 words of pining and stealth!closet-sex and conspiracy theories. Hopefully not too self-indulgent to keep anyone else but me from enjoying it. *crosses fingers*

Tomorrow is Monday. :(

Comments

[chaoticallyclev.livejournal.com]

dude, don't you listen to laurel? Apparently, the egyptians actually decided it was 616 and everyone else just fucked up.

there, that was me commenting on the actual content of your post insteadof just "word vomiting" my comment of: "yay! jimmy eat world! the middle! yay!"
see? this is no way more relevent and almost not pointless.