*hides behind the sofa*

Oh god Andy, I can't watch you lose to Hewitt again. Pleasepleasepleasepleasedon't.

I can't even watch the match properly, because somehow when I pay close attention, he does worse. I think I'm sending stressed vibes or something.

*crawls back behind the sofa and crosses her fingers* Pleasepleaseplease...

EDIT: Well after that gutting match - though Andy, I am a little proud of you for playing so well. Just a little mind, since you didn't actually manage to win, even though you played well enough to - I'm going to bed to mourn. And plan revenge fic. I have so much fic to write to make up for you beautiful people on my f-list making my day so wonderful. So must get some sleep so I can get up early enough tomorrow to actually write it.

o_O

My six year old cousin just lent me her brand new Incredibles DVD via my auntie.

This is the cousin that last summer was putting her fingers in the fish barrel outside and I told her they'd bite her fingers off.

Maybe I feel just a tiny, tiny bit guilty right now. >_<

In other news, parentals are out for the day, there are no flatmates to complain about my music being turned up loud and I have an entire month off.

'Scuse me. I need to go jump childishly on the bed for a while now. ;)

I want y'all to poke me with something sharp and pointy if I don't post fic later. I have no excuse not to, so regardless *which* fic, I just need to post some fic. And to thank everyone for making my f-list so deliciously slashy lately. *huggles*

*runs off to jump up and down on the beds because she has a mental age of five*

Clo