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I don't know how my sister does it. She's sitting here in the main room, calmly watching 'Fear Dot Com' (fucking sick movie!). I'm by the computer, headphones on, music on full blast, trying to keep the sound out, trying not to look at the tv screen. I gave up on watching it after about 20 mins. Fucking sick! :( Anything that has weird freaky sadistic death (sadistic being the one that likes hurting people?) freaks me out. If it's just kinky sex, fine, but kinky death. :| Gross!
Well, they've just shot the baddie in the knee, but he's shot the hero in the stomach! Great, lovely movie(!) Give me a romantic comedy anyday!
Oh it's ended, kinda boringly. The woman was just stroking her cat (a real cat, not the metaphorical one all women have). So crap. My sis loved it. She's freaky.
I still haven't packed for tomorrow. Got choir, and I've lost the cover letter telling me what the uniform is, when the bus leaves etc. So I need to go in tomorrow morning and see Mrs H. Urk. Not really spoken to her in ages. And now I'm bored.
I can't write my fic!!! This one part of the scene (Steff and Clare know my problem), I could write the rest now, but I need the link between! :| :: Growls :: I'll write the bit afterwards, and hope that inspiration comes (or she comes, whichever comes first).
Rach xxx
Well, they've just shot the baddie in the knee, but he's shot the hero in the stomach! Great, lovely movie(!) Give me a romantic comedy anyday!
Oh it's ended, kinda boringly. The woman was just stroking her cat (a real cat, not the metaphorical one all women have). So crap. My sis loved it. She's freaky.
I still haven't packed for tomorrow. Got choir, and I've lost the cover letter telling me what the uniform is, when the bus leaves etc. So I need to go in tomorrow morning and see Mrs H. Urk. Not really spoken to her in ages. And now I'm bored.
I can't write my fic!!! This one part of the scene (Steff and Clare know my problem), I could write the rest now, but I need the link between! :| :: Growls :: I'll write the bit afterwards, and hope that inspiration comes (or she comes, whichever comes first).
Rach xxx