i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

if you have a burning desire to keep me in your basement, feel free to tell me about it, and then go tell other people, too. (unless you are gabe saporta, in which case: mr. saporta, congratulations, your new album kicks fucking ass, but you still scare me a fair amount. i don't want to go into your basement, gabe! i'm sorry about that, but it's true.)

less metaphorical berlin wall for cats today, more work done, but i've hit that sluggish late afternoon period where all i want to do is lie on the couch and watch clips of late night with roy and fall out boy on youtube. so ... i'm gonna go do that.

guys, i think i broke my porn. i mean, i wrote some porn tonight, in the entourage/bandslash story? but it was hard. and it was awkward! i blushed a lot while i was writing! maybe i just can't write porn about patrick stump. i don't know, i think this story is maybe bad, but i thought that about the last friday night lights story and you guys didn't think so, so maybe i just have no perspective. why is writing so hard sometimes?

OH, BONES. (who makes good bones icons? i need one of jack and angela to go with booth and bones.)

( various things that made me snort laughing or clap my hands stupidly about tonight's episode of bones )