I would like to thank Phil Collins for inspiring me to finish this fic. I wrote it on Thanksgiving and it's been sitting in my computer, wanting to be finished.  It was mostly written on Thanksgiving, when the three of us all had stolen enough champagne from our dear sleeping parents, and we talked on the phone until like 4 am.  So I talked and ( Read more... )

What is this?! It's a fic I wrote a looooong ass time ago, around February of last year. I signed onto ff.net (WHOA) for the first time in about 10 months and...just saw this baby. It's not finished, but I know what I wanted to happen in it and everything, but, yeah life got the better of me (wank) and I never finished it. Is it worth it? It was ( Read more... )

HMMM. I think I'm gonna write a fic. I'm bored, so fic it is. I don't know where the idea sprang from. THE PLOT BEAR KILLS ME.

AU, takes place mmm, 5 years from now. Second person. Grammatical errors, of course, this is me. Warning:Marissa/Johnny. And abuse. Kid included [i can't help myself] Slight* mentions of sex. And no, I don't why I ( Read more... )

We had a snow day on Friday.
I did nothing on my list that I wanted to do for this weekend.
My Dad told me he's moving to New Jersey (wtf?).

I can't really be bothered to think to right now, so umm, fic that came into my head about 20 seconds ago, instead.

Inspiriation:

The Ex-Factor: 
Lindsay: You said it, everyone has an ex, and you sure seem to ( Read more... )