I can't sleeeeeeeeeeeep. My brain is too full, plus I took a long nap this evening. I am muy stupida. And I will be muy exhausted in a few hours. And, for your enjoyment:


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"For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?"

Now, now, dirty girls, the wanking in question is Fandom_Wank . I've spent far too much time reading the backlog of wanking that happened before I knew there was a place dedicated to mostly to having lolz at the sound and fury that is life in a fandom. Some ( Read more... )

At first, I thought Moonlight had generated another wank. This is pretty wanky. But not Fandom_Wank levels, because a) I'm involved in the wank, b) the majority of the wank took place behind closed doors on a password protected site, c) the wank is not particularly big and (possibly most important) d) it is not terribly funny.

Here's the mini-wank:

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Title: Dead Man's Party
Author's Note: As many of you know, this is NOT my Gala fic entry (which I personally thought blew and was written solely toward the judges and voila: third place. If I'd taken more than 2 hours and thrown in a heaping dose of spelling errors, I might have even gotten second... end snark). This is part one of my attempt to do ( Read more... )

Okay, I'm planning to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month - I need something to fill my late night hours since H is in India) in November and I started writing something non-Moonlight that veered into Moonlight, so I wrote this to get the ML out of my system so I can venture back into the non-vampire world:

Drabble #2:

“Are you ( Read more... )

Wait no longer, H. The drabble is here. I gave her a nice car-sex-esque "I thought the car was soundproof" (go have car sex and see how non-random that thought is). Here's my pathetic effort:

"Josef? Mick started softly, then revisited the new human urge to yell. He tried to lower his blood pressure as he stared at the plate in front of him, stomach ( Read more... )

I don't like to be scared. I hate horror movies, roller coasters and haunted houses. Every Halloween, I scope out some haunted place and finagle a tour to scare the living daylights out of myself.
Last year it was the Wood County Historical Museum in Bowling Green with its severed fingers and insane asylum. Before that the Jones Building in Findlay ( Read more... )