cimorene

i haven't read any cartercest or twincest, but the idea that those fandoms exists amuses me. you know, it's like there's a plus side and a minus side on the giant blackboard of how much the universe sucks right now.

in elementary school, it was the happy board and the sad board, with the names of boys who pull hair on the sad side and the teachers and the girls who played clapping games on the happy side (now little boys who pull hair are the cutest, the absolute highlight of my existence, and boring little girls who suck up to teachers annoy the fuck out of me).

and as a grown-up, it's like: scary motherfucking otp'ers in lotr rps on the sad board along with dubya, fire ants, and people who won't smile back on the street when you make eye contact by accident.

incestual relationships on the happy board. with summer thunderstorms, best friends and good stuff like neverending unconditional love--which feels, i tell you, more fantastic to give than to receive. also with towels fresh from the dryer. tall glasses of tap water. the first bite of still-hot homemade chocolate pudding.

my knees hurt from sitting like a frog all day and there are some people on the radar i wouldn't mind shellacking and backing over with a combine, but all in all, it's been a pretty good day.