*SQUEE*

I've learned to stop watching "A Baby Story" on TLC finally. I really shouldn't watch that show. I'm too young for my biological clock to already be ticking, but I've had this fear since I was thirteen that I was going to stop mensturating before I was ready to have kids. I see little babies, and I just want one... Of course, I look at my cousin's kids, and then I don't ever want to have any... EVER. Demons.
Unfortunately, I found a new show to watch during the same time slot... "That's My Baby" on Animal Planet. Heh. Today, they showed a pomeranian giving birth and it made me want another baby pomeranian. They're just little, almost perfectly round balls of fluff! I want one so badly. I know it's a bad idea since I'm going to be moving in like a month and a half, but I still want one! Aww. Pomeranians and dachshunds are my favourite kinds of dogs. Le sigh.

Website Updatey

I've updated with Chapters 25 and 26 of my fanfiction, "The River That Flows" at Peroxide Lullaby (see above link next to my ava)
Also I've added even more fanart to the Fanart Section, including a cute little sketch of chibi Spike in a ferret suit in the BtVS Section by alwzcokeacola . So cute!

Also, I'm building a new collective main site for all my webpages. Check it out here at Glitter Punk, and tell me what you think of the layout. ^^V

Bloody hell...

I actually found some fanfiction that used my name as a Mary Sue, and it was Buffy fanfics! Of all the Mary Sues my name could have been used for, mine had to be used as Willow's magically-inclined Amy-rip-off girlfriend who giggles and everyone loves... except for Tara, who is written as a hateful bitch! What the hell?! I can't even tell you the bad characterization in this fic. Horrid stuff. Why couldn't the Mary Sue with my name be with Spike... or Andrew... or someone besides Willow or Buffy? Grr. Of course, I shouldn't be surprised; the only other people in the universe with my name are porn stars. *bangs head against desk* I wish I had been born a boy... 'cause my dad wanted to name me Ace... or Hercules.

In happier news, I found my class ring! I thought I lost it many months ago, and I nearly died 'cause I wear it every day. I thought I left it at the salon when I was getting a manicure. Well, it turns out my ring had fallen into my Pucca purse and gotten caught up in a tear in the fabric! It's been there the whole time! Unfortunately, I spent $80 on ordering an exact replacement because I bought the insurance on it (paying $80 ain't bad for a $350 ring). Grr. I feel so stupid though. I checked over that purse four gazillion times! Grr!