Billie Jean? Totes not my lover.
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:
Amand-r: I'm a bad person, you know.
Arsenicjade:: um, no you aren't
Amand-r: give me time to fuck you over. It invariably happens.
Arsenicjade:: we've been friends for over ten years. and I don't really NEED anything from you, so I'm unworried
Amand-r: EVERYONE NEEDS ME. I'M LIKE... LIKE... HRM.
Arsenicjade:: hi dalek supreme.
Amand-r: HI THAR. PIRATE DALEK SUPREME.
Arsenicjade:: do you have a patch? a peg leg?
Amand-r: DALEKS DO NOT HAVE LEGS. Dude, if dalek supreme had an eyepatch, he'd be blind.
Arsenicjade:: a blind, legless pirate you say. awesome.
Amand-r: I HAVE ROLLERS.
Arsenicjade:: well, okay.
Hope: why do people insist on writing Ianto as like, bashful and prudish when he and Jack are alone? I mean, no doubt they PLAY like that sometimes
Amand-r: yeah, well.
Hope: BUT IANTO WOULD NOT GO ALL BLUSHY AND STAMMERY AS SOON AS JACK WAS SUGGESTIVE IN A MILDLY PAST-PG13 MANNER
Amand-r: GOD IANTO IS FILTHY. THAT IS MY TAKE. FILTHY FILTHY.
Hope: I CONCUR.
Amand-r: XD
Hope: I think they are both just as glad to be shagging someone just as shameless.
Amand-r: Yeah, I think, and this is my theory, that Ianto was probably a normal sexually active guy with a few soft kinks (tie her up with nylons every once in a while, blah blah), and then Jack unleashed his inner perv.
Hope: Agreed. It's what makes writing jack so fun! no hangups! Of course it would be fun shagging someone like that. Why keep your hangups hung up in the face of that?
Amand-r: I KNOW.
Amand-r: Did I ever tell you about the time Tianyu drained my motor oil into a gallon jug right from the car?
Steve: Nope.
Amand-r: Remind me to tell you of the tragedy on Friday night.
Steve: And I'm impressed because usually those things hold like 5 quarts.
Amand-r: It involves props, hand gestures and roflcoptering.
Steve: We will have to hear.
Amand-r: DON'T BE IMPRESSED. HENCE THE ROFLCOPTERING.
Steve: Stories of Tianyu and mechanical things never end well, do they? I remember the few times that I rode with him in his car, I thought "Dude, you're not helping the Asian driver stereotype"
Amand-r: HE USED TO DRIVE UP ON THE CURB. On the other hand, Mei-mei? Perfectly acceptable driver.
Steve: Wow. Yeah, my parents are relatively good drivers. I, on the other hand, am an aggressive driver.
Amand-r: DRIVE ON THE CURB.
Steve: Yet Emily still lets me drive. For how long?
For those of you who never heard the story, Tianyu tried to change my car's oil and drain all of it directly to a 1 gallon milk jug. When I came out of the apartment to remind him that we needed to be somewhere in an hour, I found that the entire left side of his body, from head to toe, was doused in oil. Even his hair had that wet gel look. I maDe him strip outside, and we had to throw all his clothes away. He left oily streaks in the shower and ruined my exfoliator. Haahaaha. Good times, good times.
Carolyn: I TOTALLY rocked the shit out of that thesis.
Amand-r: THAT'S RIGHT.
Carolyn: It's awesome. It looks mighty impressive all printed out!
Amand-r: AWWWW YEAH. IT'S LIKE YOU ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING!
Carolyn: I know, it's crazy! It's like I was actually doing something productive the last couple months!
Amand-r: That is made of win. What are you doing now? If I was you, I'd be drunk.
Carolyn: Sadly, I'm at work.
Amand-r: WHY ARE YOU EVEN AWAKE?
Carolyn: But being totally non-productive. I have no idea!
Amand-r: OH, THAT BLOWS. YOU HAVE LIKE, THE ULTIMATE SENIORITIS.
Carolyn: Pretty much. Yet I still have to get a presentation together. I figure I'll start Monday
First, a super quick trip to LA!
Amand-r: YEAH. IT'S FRIDAY TOO. WHO WORKS ON FRIDAY?
Carolyn: CRAZY PEOPLE. Of course, now that I've accomplished, oh, reading stuff on the internet, looking up a paper, and writing an email, I think it's time to go home and finish packing
Amand-r: THIS IS EXCELLENT NEWS.
Carolyn: It is.
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?
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:
Amand-r: I'm a bad person, you know.
Arsenicjade:: um, no you aren't
Amand-r: give me time to fuck you over. It invariably happens.
Arsenicjade:: we've been friends for over ten years. and I don't really NEED anything from you, so I'm unworried
Amand-r: EVERYONE NEEDS ME. I'M LIKE... LIKE... HRM.
Arsenicjade:: hi dalek supreme.
Amand-r: HI THAR. PIRATE DALEK SUPREME.
Arsenicjade:: do you have a patch? a peg leg?
Amand-r: DALEKS DO NOT HAVE LEGS. Dude, if dalek supreme had an eyepatch, he'd be blind.
Arsenicjade:: a blind, legless pirate you say. awesome.
Amand-r: I HAVE ROLLERS.
Arsenicjade:: well, okay.
Hope: why do people insist on writing Ianto as like, bashful and prudish when he and Jack are alone? I mean, no doubt they PLAY like that sometimes
Amand-r: yeah, well.
Hope: BUT IANTO WOULD NOT GO ALL BLUSHY AND STAMMERY AS SOON AS JACK WAS SUGGESTIVE IN A MILDLY PAST-PG13 MANNER
Amand-r: GOD IANTO IS FILTHY. THAT IS MY TAKE. FILTHY FILTHY.
Hope: I CONCUR.
Amand-r: XD
Hope: I think they are both just as glad to be shagging someone just as shameless.
Amand-r: Yeah, I think, and this is my theory, that Ianto was probably a normal sexually active guy with a few soft kinks (tie her up with nylons every once in a while, blah blah), and then Jack unleashed his inner perv.
Hope: Agreed. It's what makes writing jack so fun! no hangups! Of course it would be fun shagging someone like that. Why keep your hangups hung up in the face of that?
Amand-r: I KNOW.
Amand-r: Did I ever tell you about the time Tianyu drained my motor oil into a gallon jug right from the car?
Steve: Nope.
Amand-r: Remind me to tell you of the tragedy on Friday night.
Steve: And I'm impressed because usually those things hold like 5 quarts.
Amand-r: It involves props, hand gestures and roflcoptering.
Steve: We will have to hear.
Amand-r: DON'T BE IMPRESSED. HENCE THE ROFLCOPTERING.
Steve: Stories of Tianyu and mechanical things never end well, do they? I remember the few times that I rode with him in his car, I thought "Dude, you're not helping the Asian driver stereotype"
Amand-r: HE USED TO DRIVE UP ON THE CURB. On the other hand, Mei-mei? Perfectly acceptable driver.
Steve: Wow. Yeah, my parents are relatively good drivers. I, on the other hand, am an aggressive driver.
Amand-r: DRIVE ON THE CURB.
Steve: Yet Emily still lets me drive. For how long?
For those of you who never heard the story, Tianyu tried to change my car's oil and drain all of it directly to a 1 gallon milk jug. When I came out of the apartment to remind him that we needed to be somewhere in an hour, I found that the entire left side of his body, from head to toe, was doused in oil. Even his hair had that wet gel look. I maDe him strip outside, and we had to throw all his clothes away. He left oily streaks in the shower and ruined my exfoliator. Haahaaha. Good times, good times.
Carolyn: I TOTALLY rocked the shit out of that thesis.
Amand-r: THAT'S RIGHT.
Carolyn: It's awesome. It looks mighty impressive all printed out!
Amand-r: AWWWW YEAH. IT'S LIKE YOU ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING!
Carolyn: I know, it's crazy! It's like I was actually doing something productive the last couple months!
Amand-r: That is made of win. What are you doing now? If I was you, I'd be drunk.
Carolyn: Sadly, I'm at work.
Amand-r: WHY ARE YOU EVEN AWAKE?
Carolyn: But being totally non-productive. I have no idea!
Amand-r: OH, THAT BLOWS. YOU HAVE LIKE, THE ULTIMATE SENIORITIS.
Carolyn: Pretty much. Yet I still have to get a presentation together. I figure I'll start Monday
First, a super quick trip to LA!
Amand-r: YEAH. IT'S FRIDAY TOO. WHO WORKS ON FRIDAY?
Carolyn: CRAZY PEOPLE. Of course, now that I've accomplished, oh, reading stuff on the internet, looking up a paper, and writing an email, I think it's time to go home and finish packing
Amand-r: THIS IS EXCELLENT NEWS.
Carolyn: It is.
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.
…
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?