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I'm pretty delirious today. I stayed up WAY too late reading that story. Someday I should make a list of "fics that femme stayed up all night for." It's a pretty prestigious list, lol. At the crack of dawn I left a message on the ex's voice mail telling him that I would NOT be making our breakfast date. When I called him at noon, he just laughed at me and said it was fine considering all the times he's flailed on me. It's pleasant to be able to joke about such things now considering the serious amount of times that his punk rock ass did flail on me throughout the five years or so of our "saga."
Had a lovely brunch though. Former lovers can be the best kinds of friends. Especially this one. He cracks me up. After our date he was running off to San Francisco to participate in a cross dressing bicycle race. Last time he apparently wore a cheerleading outfit and this time he's wearing the lederhosen I bought him as a gag gift awhile back. And if the shit hits the fan I often turn to him because after all this time, he has seen the absolute worst of me and still loves me. Vaguely related - is it terribly shallow of me that I'm proud of the (theoretical now) lickability of my former flames? Even if a staggering majority of them have a bizarre thing for juggling and/or video games (THIS one has "Nintendo" tattooed on his knuckles, I kid you not, but the boy has a hell of a lot of tattoos so it seems less strange. And if you knew him...).
Spent the rest of the day running errands and then chatting on the phone with my platonic internet lover the_doublestuf. Happily managed to sweet talk the guy at the bank into erasing most of the overdraft fines that I got a couple of weeks ago. Then proceeded to go to Longs and spend all of it and more on girl stuff. Orange nailpolish, clear gloss, the ever significant black liquid eyeliner, shaving cream, electric toothbrush heads, astroglide, chapstick, etc. Why do all those little things add up to so damn much? Blar.
Am beginning to have the plot bunnies of the much hoped for inspiration for the real, plotty Spuffy fic that I hope will emerge from me (or else I will end up with figurative fic blue balls, lol).
BUT, must study some more now in order to feel square with the guilt de femme. This is, after all, my last day of peace before the madness that is textbook rush truly descends upon me.
Muchas Gracias to everyone who recced me Spuffy fics. And if you haven't yet, feel free to do so. It's not like I need more distractions or anything but I welcome them all the same. Hee.
Had a lovely brunch though. Former lovers can be the best kinds of friends. Especially this one. He cracks me up. After our date he was running off to San Francisco to participate in a cross dressing bicycle race. Last time he apparently wore a cheerleading outfit and this time he's wearing the lederhosen I bought him as a gag gift awhile back. And if the shit hits the fan I often turn to him because after all this time, he has seen the absolute worst of me and still loves me. Vaguely related - is it terribly shallow of me that I'm proud of the (theoretical now) lickability of my former flames? Even if a staggering majority of them have a bizarre thing for juggling and/or video games (THIS one has "Nintendo" tattooed on his knuckles, I kid you not, but the boy has a hell of a lot of tattoos so it seems less strange. And if you knew him...).
Spent the rest of the day running errands and then chatting on the phone with my platonic internet lover the_doublestuf. Happily managed to sweet talk the guy at the bank into erasing most of the overdraft fines that I got a couple of weeks ago. Then proceeded to go to Longs and spend all of it and more on girl stuff. Orange nailpolish, clear gloss, the ever significant black liquid eyeliner, shaving cream, electric toothbrush heads, astroglide, chapstick, etc. Why do all those little things add up to so damn much? Blar.
Am beginning to have the plot bunnies of the much hoped for inspiration for the real, plotty Spuffy fic that I hope will emerge from me (or else I will end up with figurative fic blue balls, lol).
BUT, must study some more now in order to feel square with the guilt de femme. This is, after all, my last day of peace before the madness that is textbook rush truly descends upon me.
Muchas Gracias to everyone who recced me Spuffy fics. And if you haven't yet, feel free to do so. It's not like I need more distractions or anything but I welcome them all the same. Hee.