Oh, just rub my nose in it, why don't you

[caille]

"Quote Your Own Fic Day". I hate you all. Just because you can write and I am a dessicated bitter crone livin' in a fic-free zone doesn't mean I don't have feelings. Feelings that I feel, bitterly. That sting, like when you exfoliate with expensive salt scrub, having forgotten about all the itty bitty scrapes and chapped parts of your crinkly

Comments

[liz_marcs]

I think LJ entries should be allowed.

It should count, right?

[caille]

Bless your heart, sweetling. But I think not. We'd have to declare Quote Your Own Best and Nastiest LJ Blog Entry Day, I suspect.

Which could be fun.

[poshcat]

Feelings that I feel, bitterly.

Hee, I thought this post was the best thing I've read all day! :0D

[caille]

Thank you, love. You're going to think I'm being sarcastic but I'm not: I love love love it when the pain of my advanced loser-being amuses my friends.

Mmwaah. I expect to be finding poshkitty Halloween pix soon.... ::goes off to look::

[zandra_x]

What about fic writers that nobody reads?

[caille]

Oww. Oh, honey. This is poignant. (But not 100% true.)

Why does the word poignant always immediately make me think of peignoir? (Well, obviously it's the letters, but it gets darn confusing: sadness amidst a rustle of lace and chiffon.)

[zandra_x]

The Case of the Poignant Peignoir. I think that was a Perry Mason story.

I should have added a smiley face at the end of my comment; I didn't mean it to sound quite so triste. 8 >

[diachrony]

But if you exfoliate regularly and get rid of the crinkly wrinkly chapped parts, it won't sting anymore! (But ouch ... don't try it after shaving. Ouch.) [/missing point]

I have no fic to quote, but I have lots of exfoliating salt & sugar scrubs. (Sugar stings less.)

Hello hello! :D

[caille]

But if you exfoliate regularly and get rid of the crinkly wrinkly chapped parts, it won't sting anymore!
Well, yeah, if you're going to use logic....

But in truth, I attempt the exfoliation primarily by mechanical means. My decrepit bod gets scrubbed with gentle soap and a long piece of specially woven cotton that's all sandpapery. As for the sorcière avec un visage humain part of me, I generally use a washcloth, or I mix some baking soda with Cetaphil and scrubbedy dub.

(The salt scrub experience was part of a gift-free-with-purchase. Never again.)

[janedavitt]

:;hugs you:: That sounds ouchy and if it helps mine was from a fic almost a year old so it's less 'can write' as 'could once upon a time write'.

But I'm feeling mildly motivated to actually finish something after reading much smut; sometimes that doesn't help; sometimes it does. Even when it doesn't, well, at least you've read the smut...

[minim_calibre]

Oh, crap. I was supposed to quote smut?

[janedavitt]

No, no, not at all! It's just if you're supposed to quote from your own fic, well I er, don't write much that isn't :-)

[caille]

Ooh, mild motivation! Remember, don't go chasing it down with dogs and trumpets and galloping horses. Go about your day with heightened senses, and let it come to you, like a shy bunny.

Or, for a different take on it, just blow on it really gently, like a tiny spark in dry kindling, or a shy penis that has someone you like at the end of it.

(So this is depravity.... I am hellbound.)