twenty-five. former english major with a creative writing concentration. full-time editor, part-time writer, gamer on occasion. wears glasses exclusively for reading. loves listening to the audience sing on a live CD. collects movie tickets. swears by her recipe for cream-cheese chocolate-chip cookies.
love
the x-files. law & order: svu. alias. defiance. hannibal. lost. orphan black. the vampire diaries. true blood. life. mad men. damages. covert affairs. the walking dead. castle. game of thrones. parks and recreation. buffy the vampire slayer. arrested development. great underestimated bands. inappropriate humor. jenny lewis. black & white photography. coffee. bubble tea. cuddling. independent films. sour patch kids. holding hands. project runway. clean sheets. rainfall. bursting into random song. chai tea. christmas music in october. cover songs that are better than the original.
no love
people whose only claim to fame are crappy reality shows. any music that considers shouting a form of singing. bad attitudes. dishonesty. off-key singing. icy cold rain. awkward moments. airport security. the merging of celebrity names. my middle school years. crazy fangirls (and, mostly, fandom in general.)
about this journal
lj is friends only, music posts are not.
the majority of fic is locked here, but linked publicly at aftershesaves.
