Weiss fic
Ooh. First fic here. Daunting!
I wrote the first of a series of Weiss shaped drabbles for theothertwo. Thanks to trixalicious for pointing out my English person mistakes :)
I don't have much else to say about it, except who knew I'd ever write anything for Alias?
And who knew it'd be Weiss? Apparently he inspires me. Anyway, this is cross posted at my LJ harmyjo
A Bakers Dozen, part 1 : Down three pounds
I've never been one for wallowing in self pity. Makes me feel itchy all over.
But right now, I'm not feeling good. I just hit the hard part of my diet.
The bit where everything looks like food. Five minutes ago, that Buffy chick looked a hell of a lot like a dancing hot dog. And I swear the remote turned into a Twinkie.
I miss my Doritos and salsa dip. I recklessly threw them away two weeks ago in a moment of pre-diet resolution and determination.
I emptied my fridge of anything that didn't look like and taste like rabbit food. Put it all in a black bag and left it out for the garbage men. As I watched them take my large and varied collection of candy bars away, I declared it the first day of the rest of my soon to be slimline life.
In two weeks, I've lost three pounds. It's something but it's not a big enough something. Not considering I've been chewing on raw carrots, and waking up in cold sweats when I dream I'm being chased by a giant Popsicle screaming "EAT ME!"
So, just as the TV starts looking a lot like a thanksgiving dinner, I decide I need to take my mind off the lack of good food in my cupboards. Maybe I'll go pick up Vaughn, to do something manly and sporty that may result in slapping each other on the back.
Or I'll just go pick up some ice cream.
I wrote the first of a series of Weiss shaped drabbles for theothertwo. Thanks to trixalicious for pointing out my English person mistakes :)
I don't have much else to say about it, except who knew I'd ever write anything for Alias?
And who knew it'd be Weiss? Apparently he inspires me. Anyway, this is cross posted at my LJ harmyjo
A Bakers Dozen, part 1 : Down three pounds
I've never been one for wallowing in self pity. Makes me feel itchy all over.
But right now, I'm not feeling good. I just hit the hard part of my diet.
The bit where everything looks like food. Five minutes ago, that Buffy chick looked a hell of a lot like a dancing hot dog. And I swear the remote turned into a Twinkie.
I miss my Doritos and salsa dip. I recklessly threw them away two weeks ago in a moment of pre-diet resolution and determination.
I emptied my fridge of anything that didn't look like and taste like rabbit food. Put it all in a black bag and left it out for the garbage men. As I watched them take my large and varied collection of candy bars away, I declared it the first day of the rest of my soon to be slimline life.
In two weeks, I've lost three pounds. It's something but it's not a big enough something. Not considering I've been chewing on raw carrots, and waking up in cold sweats when I dream I'm being chased by a giant Popsicle screaming "EAT ME!"
So, just as the TV starts looking a lot like a thanksgiving dinner, I decide I need to take my mind off the lack of good food in my cupboards. Maybe I'll go pick up Vaughn, to do something manly and sporty that may result in slapping each other on the back.
Or I'll just go pick up some ice cream.