Sometimes I think I'm mentally unhealthy
Actualy I think that frequantly. It had a lot to do with the abnormal amount of kinkiness that goes on in my head/life. I'm pretty boring and average, but I do have a few odd whips and chains in my closet...but that's not the point.
I do, from time to time, question if that makes me strange but then I figure as long I don't wear a tail, pony shoes, and a bit I'm good; and Josh is doing his damndest to break me outof that 'collar wearing' habit I have. It's a carry over from my pseduo-Goth days (as in it pissed my mother off) but now it just makes the people who know me look at me a little longer and wonder 'WTF is going on with them, really...'
However I never question my mind than when I go off on a crazed writting tangent and happily ignore important things like getting a job, school, and my boyfriend and yes...I've been doing that for a while. I'm letting The HOT rot my brain and I'm not really that disturbed by it. I let Wally/John do it and (actually) still do it when I'm in the right mood for their special brand of 'frosty+french fries' relationship. (I thought you might like that analogy Mechante. :P) Sam and Dean are running rampent and while I love these productive burts I have when pairings/characters take over my life, I wonder if I should worry. I mean, fictional beings all but taking control of every thought I have and turning them into strange and often perverse peices of fiction...that can't be a good sign. In fact I think, maybe, its a very bad sign.
Not that I care.
Having said that, here's what I'm working on
SN:
Hurt!Dean Story, part two
A sequel to Falling is Easy (Two, actually)
I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight, Writting part five, revising part three.
Considering another part of Into The Fire
HP
Lie Better than the Truth, part two
I'm only happy when it rains, part three
HPCrow, part six...I think.
HP and the Legend of Camelot, part three
Other:
Helping Selena, Alex, and Rochelle turn our RPG into a X-men Movie/DC universe crossover fic thing. And by helping I mean sitting in the corner with a bag of chips and making sarcastic comments about how utterly screwed up this is going to seem to other people and refusing to put it on my lj, ever.
Right then. Back to writting! Or harrassing Josh...it's a tossup.
I do, from time to time, question if that makes me strange but then I figure as long I don't wear a tail, pony shoes, and a bit I'm good; and Josh is doing his damndest to break me outof that 'collar wearing' habit I have. It's a carry over from my pseduo-Goth days (as in it pissed my mother off) but now it just makes the people who know me look at me a little longer and wonder 'WTF is going on with them, really...'
However I never question my mind than when I go off on a crazed writting tangent and happily ignore important things like getting a job, school, and my boyfriend and yes...I've been doing that for a while. I'm letting The HOT rot my brain and I'm not really that disturbed by it. I let Wally/John do it and (actually) still do it when I'm in the right mood for their special brand of 'frosty+french fries' relationship. (I thought you might like that analogy Mechante. :P) Sam and Dean are running rampent and while I love these productive burts I have when pairings/characters take over my life, I wonder if I should worry. I mean, fictional beings all but taking control of every thought I have and turning them into strange and often perverse peices of fiction...that can't be a good sign. In fact I think, maybe, its a very bad sign.
Not that I care.
Having said that, here's what I'm working on
SN:
Hurt!Dean Story, part two
A sequel to Falling is Easy (Two, actually)
I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight, Writting part five, revising part three.
Considering another part of Into The Fire
HP
Lie Better than the Truth, part two
I'm only happy when it rains, part three
HPCrow, part six...I think.
HP and the Legend of Camelot, part three
Other:
Helping Selena, Alex, and Rochelle turn our RPG into a X-men Movie/DC universe crossover fic thing. And by helping I mean sitting in the corner with a bag of chips and making sarcastic comments about how utterly screwed up this is going to seem to other people and refusing to put it on my lj, ever.
Right then. Back to writting! Or harrassing Josh...it's a tossup.