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Oh Mark Morford, have my babies. I don't read you for a long time and then come back and read your archive all day long and, lo, you make me giggle and nod at my desk.
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Does anyone else get turned on when Castiel's got new!Meg clutched up against him in the ring of fire, rasping low voice almost whispering to her? (*shudder*) Does the visual of Misha pressing a girl up against him like that, even if he's about to throw her into some flames and step on her, get you all hot and bothered and make you think of orgy!Cas?
Um. *squirms* Yeah, me neither. *sidesteps away*
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You know what's really fuckin' sad? The way Dilbert has come to epitomize my life.
(AAAAAH, I CAN NOT WAIT TO GET OUT OF THIS CORPORATE, CUBICLE-LINED, CIRCLE OF HELL. ONE MORE YEAR, JUST ONE.)
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I WANT TO WRITE. I WANT TO WRITE. I WANT TO WRITE.
And I can't write.
I mean, I CAN, in that make-myself-type-words-on-a-page way, but omg it's all awful and stilted and wrong. WHERE IS THE INSPIRATION? WHERE ARE MY MUSES? Those assholes have fucked off to Guam or some fricking Caribbean island and are drinking frozen cocktails on the beach brought to them by virile, half-naked, young men and LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF AT ME. "Ah ha ha, you think YOU'RE in control, little writer-type lady? Aw, isn't that cute."
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Speaking of that, and in the continued effort to remember when I could write fic...
Fine, yes. PET ME, I'M A WHORE. *hides*
THE FANFICTION LOVE MEME
I'm always vaguely ashamed of myself for participating in these. Like I shouldn't want or need the validation or something. IDK. But then I give in to my attention-whore streak and do it anyway, despite the shame.
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Tomorrow night is the Black Rose Society meeting and I am both excited and slightly nervous! But I think it's gonna be awesome. Report to follow!
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Does anyone else get turned on when Castiel's got new!Meg clutched up against him in the ring of fire, rasping low voice almost whispering to her? (*shudder*) Does the visual of Misha pressing a girl up against him like that, even if he's about to throw her into some flames and step on her, get you all hot and bothered and make you think of orgy!Cas?
Um. *squirms* Yeah, me neither. *sidesteps away*
~~~
You know what's really fuckin' sad? The way Dilbert has come to epitomize my life.
(AAAAAH, I CAN NOT WAIT TO GET OUT OF THIS CORPORATE, CUBICLE-LINED, CIRCLE OF HELL. ONE MORE YEAR, JUST ONE.)
~~~
I WANT TO WRITE. I WANT TO WRITE. I WANT TO WRITE.
And I can't write.
I mean, I CAN, in that make-myself-type-words-on-a-page way, but omg it's all awful and stilted and wrong. WHERE IS THE INSPIRATION? WHERE ARE MY MUSES? Those assholes have fucked off to Guam or some fricking Caribbean island and are drinking frozen cocktails on the beach brought to them by virile, half-naked, young men and LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF AT ME. "Ah ha ha, you think YOU'RE in control, little writer-type lady? Aw, isn't that cute."
~~~
Speaking of that, and in the continued effort to remember when I could write fic...
Fine, yes. PET ME, I'M A WHORE. *hides*
THE FANFICTION LOVE MEME
I'm always vaguely ashamed of myself for participating in these. Like I shouldn't want or need the validation or something. IDK. But then I give in to my attention-whore streak and do it anyway, despite the shame.
~~~
Tomorrow night is the Black Rose Society meeting and I am both excited and slightly nervous! But I think it's gonna be awesome. Report to follow!