The Weird Things Ashteth Thinks Are Important in Life
And i mean, important for human survival and the like - are, well, weird and kinda bad. This is maybe leading me to conclude that i'm skewed as a human being.
Oops.
i mean, no one will ever convince me that the first thing the Atlantis Science crew set up wasn't a still. 'K, maybe they waited 'til they were sure they were staying, but then - first thing on the agenda: settin' up the booze-makin'!
And no one no one will ever make me believe that various background characters, on shows like Stargate & Enterprise , aren't assisting their paypackets by betting on the misfortunes of the away teams.
See, there's an original fic i'm pombling over at the mo. i've got, like, 400 words down and already my main character has: skived off work, flirted (badly, and with little success, but she tried), and gone looking for contraband booze. Any moment now she'll be off for a game of pool, and that'll be pretty much everything i consider essential in life. 'Cept lipstick - and my other main character's rockin' that boat.
Deeply, deeply skewed.
Speaking of! Run, don't walk to this fic: Cowardly Acts. Tortured, angsty, tendon-snappingly hot. Plus, bad!sex, which i adore. Seth/Ryan (have i mentioned my gratuitous love of the OC recently? *looks down* Oh yes, yes i have) and longish, but well well worth a couple of hours of your life. Like say, the hour i kept my mate
waiting for me outside the pub whilst i finished it. Yeah, he was cold, and hungry, and looked like a loner - but i was reading gay porn!!1! Of the highest caliber!
Oh yes.
ETA:
My subconscious is nasty. Like, ew! Last night i dreamed that i had a penis. Yup, an actual dick. Is that bad enough? No. For then i dreamed that i was receiving a blowjob under a table in a cafe. From someone who was either male or female but my subconscious couldn't decide. Which might just be taking bisexuality a tad too far. Then the... umm... someone-under-
the-table's husband walked in, leaving me unfulfilled and then he wanted me to unpack & repack half a dozen suitcases so we could go on some camping trip - whilst my whole family watched and heckled (but in a nice way) AND whilst i had an uncomfortable erection down my jeans. How do i even know wot that feeling feels like?!
Unsurprisingly enough i'm feeling a tad unstable today.
i don't even know if i want to analyze this. Do i want to know if i'm one step away from the padded room? (*hums* "two steps away from the county line, just tryin' to keep the customer satisfied, satis... -ew!") Or, even worse, proof of Freudian theory! Do i have penis envy and i've just never noticed it before?
Ah, now this could be the root of it - not quite penis envy, but i was cursing the feminine condition the other night. Obviously one shouldn't mix hormones, pain killers and psychoanalysis.
Lesson learned then.
(Dudes, i had a DICK, A DICK!)
Oops.
i mean, no one will ever convince me that the first thing the Atlantis Science crew set up wasn't a still. 'K, maybe they waited 'til they were sure they were staying, but then - first thing on the agenda: settin' up the booze-makin'!
And no one no one will ever make me believe that various background characters, on shows like Stargate & Enterprise , aren't assisting their paypackets by betting on the misfortunes of the away teams.
See, there's an original fic i'm pombling over at the mo. i've got, like, 400 words down and already my main character has: skived off work, flirted (badly, and with little success, but she tried), and gone looking for contraband booze. Any moment now she'll be off for a game of pool, and that'll be pretty much everything i consider essential in life. 'Cept lipstick - and my other main character's rockin' that boat.
Deeply, deeply skewed.
Speaking of! Run, don't walk to this fic: Cowardly Acts. Tortured, angsty, tendon-snappingly hot. Plus, bad!sex, which i adore. Seth/Ryan (have i mentioned my gratuitous love of the OC recently? *looks down* Oh yes, yes i have) and longish, but well well worth a couple of hours of your life. Like say, the hour i kept my mate
waiting for me outside the pub whilst i finished it. Yeah, he was cold, and hungry, and looked like a loner - but i was reading gay porn!!1! Of the highest caliber!
Oh yes.
ETA:
My subconscious is nasty. Like, ew! Last night i dreamed that i had a penis. Yup, an actual dick. Is that bad enough? No. For then i dreamed that i was receiving a blowjob under a table in a cafe. From someone who was either male or female but my subconscious couldn't decide. Which might just be taking bisexuality a tad too far. Then the... umm... someone-under-
the-table's husband walked in, leaving me unfulfilled and then he wanted me to unpack & repack half a dozen suitcases so we could go on some camping trip - whilst my whole family watched and heckled (but in a nice way) AND whilst i had an uncomfortable erection down my jeans. How do i even know wot that feeling feels like?!
Unsurprisingly enough i'm feeling a tad unstable today.
i don't even know if i want to analyze this. Do i want to know if i'm one step away from the padded room? (*hums* "two steps away from the county line, just tryin' to keep the customer satisfied, satis... -ew!") Or, even worse, proof of Freudian theory! Do i have penis envy and i've just never noticed it before?
Ah, now this could be the root of it - not quite penis envy, but i was cursing the feminine condition the other night. Obviously one shouldn't mix hormones, pain killers and psychoanalysis.
Lesson learned then.
(Dudes, i had a DICK, A DICK!)