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1. You know what I wish? I wish you all would trust me. Trust me in fic to take you there. I'll get you there. Honest. Blue, Jean (heh, together you're "bluejean" who is also Bluejean07), tell them that I took you to poly town, and it was good. Srsly, people, I can't EXPLAIN myself. I can only SHOW you. Have I let you down yet? No? Shut up and let me finger bang you into happiness.

2. Tomorrow I plan out the rest of my UK trip. I will post the itinerary when it's settled and if you are in the area that I am in at any given time I would love to see you (whoever you are).

3. Had another moment in which I realised that I want to be in love again. I just don't know whom that would be with. I don't think I can. I think he's dead. I want to be in love with that one again.

4. Jesus, when is this going to be over?

5. Thought about buying myself a cemetery plot. Realised I might not even be in this city when I die, so it's impractical. OTOH, I might just get myself one for my birthday next year and pretend that it's mine.

6. memeage:

verasteine ( gave me porn, post-its, writing, John Barrowman, Tori Amos. )

( My take on Yami no Matsuei, Jack, John Hart, Gwen, Adam, and Lois Habiba. )

1. I'm at the point with CoE in which I have my fingers on the Band-Aid, but I don't want to pull it off. I suppose that I'll just have to wait here, fingers on the plastic, until July 6 comes and rips it off for me, and then I'll be fine.

2. Last night, I was so excited about finishing my HBB fic that I even started to mention it in my LJ entry write up. (Yeah, I start them the day before and make my way through until the morning I post. What? I cannot be funny on demand. It's a lower level but persistent thing. Like…. cooking a roast at 200 degrees for like, three days.) ANYWAY, I had this whole thing about the HBB being done and wasn't that FUCKING AWESOME and shit, and then I flipped over to finish the scene, and out of curiosity I scrolled down and saw that there's HALF OF A WHOLE SCENE THAT I FORGOT TO WRITE. I just had that shitty bracket marker that I put in to remind myself what is missing. I was so sad panda that I went to bed in a huff. There was huffiness. I think the story reproduces through masturbation.

3. Some conversations then: ( pirate dalek supreme, IANTO IS FILTHY, Tianyu was a shitty driver and mechanic, and CAROLYN HAS ULTIMATE SENIORITIS. )

4. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic.

You know, when you C/P something a few times, it's really hard not to just keep hitting CTRL+V.

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I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic. I will not work on my MANDY fic.

ETA: Okay people, DIALECT TIME. The word "close." We in Pittsburgh (or some of us) use it to describe the weather when it's warm (but not necessarily hot) and so humid that the air is kind of drenched. Choking. No breeze or wind. It's close here today. This is usually ended with rain, though sometimes it just cools down on its own. Close. Anyone else do that?

Hee hee hee. I have nothing too say, really, but that any and all whiny references that I made last night have been resolved, sort of. But you know. We have to make things better to...whatever.

( I was thinking of a list of things that I like, but know I shouldn't, for multiple reasons. )

And in another vein, I have been trying to write Harry Potter drabbles. Because I am a slacker, I have missed most of the drabbles on the hp100. So I have written down all the topics in a file and I occasionally write a few. I dunno why. Here are two more.

( ...on brooms... )

( ...on first times for anything... )

I made a wish list on Amazon, under Amanda Parsons. Yeah. I rock. But it had all kind of things on there that I forgot about years ago. Okay, last year. But still, I just want to buy myself all the shit on the wish list. When I get my tax refund, I may do so anyway. Like that Milla Jovovich Folk Tree sessions CD? Dayum!

MRI tomorrow. What will they find? EhhhNOTHING! At least I hope so…

Scene: the apartment, on the couch.

Me: We should do something this weekend. Didn't we say we wanted to go horseback riding? We never did.
Tianyu: No, we went to Dunedin instead.
Me: Mummmmmmmmeat pies...
Tianyu: And we were going to go shooting at the range.
Me: No, I think we were going to go horseback riding.
Tianyu: We could do one of those riding range shooting things.
Me: You can do that?
Tianyu: (wryly) I think if they can do it in California, it's probably legal here. It has special guns and you ride through a course shooting at balloons.
Me: Of course, this would require getting you on a horse for the first time. And that pony at the birthday party doesn't count.
Tianyu: I looked out my bedroom WINDOW and there was a HORSE!
Me: Doesn't count.
Tianyu: Well, you'd have to actually fire a gun. And the squirt gun doesn't count.
Me: I looked out my bedroom WINDOW and there—shit, that doesn't work, does it?
Tianyu: Nope. I win.
Me: WHAT?!?

...the end...

Note: Look at the badass mood indicators. It's stuffed Shakespeare. I got it from leiabelle, who got it from someone else.

Don't scare the white people.

Almost wrecked the car when listening to Aaron Freeman give advice to Arab Americans today on All things considered: Don't Scare the White People.

Bah. Working on RK and HL fic. RoXoRs. Raghr. Need new mode of communication. Perhaps will try other things. Like happy happy, the greatest wank I have ever read taking place on marysues: w00t! Author Freak Out, Happily hap hap.

Siva sent Tianyu and me a weddin' present, and what a lovely one it was: candles and artwork, and a lovely wooden and silver box…filled with candy. Teeth are stuck together, which is good because I'd be chattering away here from the sugar high alone.

So, was having all this trouble with this scene in TOA, when it occurred to me, that I could just, you know, delete it. So I did. Problem solved. DELETED!

argh-o-rama. Had much better introduction to this next bit, but was eaten when computer crashed. PDF! PDF!! WHY?!

Oh hell, it's the tri-monthly bit of schlock I write when it feels like the lj is getting too bogged down in rl. That right! Time for a little ( Rewriting character death: the dire need for moral order, OR, the shizzle of the nizzle )