horizon_greene | Life. (Reply)

Had a vague meltdown while reading fic earlier, wherein I became emotionally flustered about things that should have been innocuous, like boys failing at being coercive and dreaming about teeth falling out. Plus I spent the entire two hours it took to read the fic thinking about how much I wished the fic were about Tim, as opposed to the actual pairing, because clearly all fic should be about Tim Lincecum, no one should ever write about anyone else, can't deal in general, I own the internet, etc. I was somewhat frayed.

I spent my lunch break touring a Scottsdale penthouse condo with my work crush today. It's a crazy little piece of residential property perched on top of about a dozen stories of offices, dilapidated and falling apart, mid-70s finishes, gaping hole where the indoor pool used to be (all the way to the floor below, precariously covered with netting now), totally the type of place where previous owners had crazy coke-fueled parties once upon a time. I loved it, wanted to just hang out on the deck with nearly the entire city sprawling under us, and not go back to the office.

But, yeah. We went back.