You know you're obsessed with fanfiction when. . . .
. . . the only thing you have to do on the Internet is posting fanfiction.
But, alas, I can't even post my fanfiction, because ff.net IS NOT ALLOWING PEOPLE TO LOG IN!
Grr! Argh! Rawr! Meow!
(And if you think kittens aren't fierce enough to fit with the above line, YOU DON'T KNOW KITTENS!)
......Yes, I realize fanfiction is taking over my life. >:P I don't care! I WANT TO POST WHEN I HAVE UPDATES TO MY FANFICTION, DARN IT!!!
But, lol, I freaked my roommate out a little bit tonight, hehe. In my fanfiction there's a newborn, and I couldn't choose whether to make it a boy or a girl, so I randomly threw out at her, "Boy or girl?" And she stuttered and went, 'uhh,' a little bit before she was like, "girl . . .?" (and yes, the 'dot dot dot' was there in her voice, she just didn't verbalize it) and I thanked her and went on my merry way writing. She waited for an explanation, but I didn't give her a reasonable answer. Hahaha. Muy funny, at her expense.
Mmmm....perhaps a little sneak-peak into what I wrote tonight....
Summary: Johnny is on-set for his newest movie. He’s missed a few calls. AU.
Stretching to relax the muscles in his neck, Johnny sat himself in his trailer and sighed with happiness. His newest movie (Sudden Violence II: Evil Red) was two months into filming, and he had just finished an intensive fight scene. And, after checking a mirror, his make-up was still flawless.
It took a real man to wear make-up, Johnny knew. It also took a real man to accept all the teasing and prodding his wife threw at him in regards to his perfect foundation.
Speaking of whom, he should check to see if Sonya called him recently. She was eight months pregnant and hating it terribly; Jax had to drive her home more than once from Special Forces headquarters when she snuck from the house out of boredom.
Picking up his cell and flipping it open, he saw eight unheard messages in his voicemail. Raising a brow, Johnny put the phone to his ear and proceeded to listen to the messages.
Haha, yes, that's where I cut it off, before you get to the real meat of the fic. Hahaha, I'm so mean.......or maybe that's just me being all tired and whatnot, as it is 1:30 in the morning. And as I have just told my roommate, I am weird and conditioned, since I have a properly-working clock on my comp, and I check the alarm clock's time, which is about 5 inches more moving than I needed to do. *sigh* such is the life of a college student who wakes up after a solid night's sleep......
But, alas, I can't even post my fanfiction, because ff.net IS NOT ALLOWING PEOPLE TO LOG IN!
Grr! Argh! Rawr! Meow!
(And if you think kittens aren't fierce enough to fit with the above line, YOU DON'T KNOW KITTENS!)
......Yes, I realize fanfiction is taking over my life. >:P I don't care! I WANT TO POST WHEN I HAVE UPDATES TO MY FANFICTION, DARN IT!!!
But, lol, I freaked my roommate out a little bit tonight, hehe. In my fanfiction there's a newborn, and I couldn't choose whether to make it a boy or a girl, so I randomly threw out at her, "Boy or girl?" And she stuttered and went, 'uhh,' a little bit before she was like, "girl . . .?" (and yes, the 'dot dot dot' was there in her voice, she just didn't verbalize it) and I thanked her and went on my merry way writing. She waited for an explanation, but I didn't give her a reasonable answer. Hahaha. Muy funny, at her expense.
Mmmm....perhaps a little sneak-peak into what I wrote tonight....
Summary: Johnny is on-set for his newest movie. He’s missed a few calls. AU.
Stretching to relax the muscles in his neck, Johnny sat himself in his trailer and sighed with happiness. His newest movie (Sudden Violence II: Evil Red) was two months into filming, and he had just finished an intensive fight scene. And, after checking a mirror, his make-up was still flawless.
It took a real man to wear make-up, Johnny knew. It also took a real man to accept all the teasing and prodding his wife threw at him in regards to his perfect foundation.
Speaking of whom, he should check to see if Sonya called him recently. She was eight months pregnant and hating it terribly; Jax had to drive her home more than once from Special Forces headquarters when she snuck from the house out of boredom.
Picking up his cell and flipping it open, he saw eight unheard messages in his voicemail. Raising a brow, Johnny put the phone to his ear and proceeded to listen to the messages.
Haha, yes, that's where I cut it off, before you get to the real meat of the fic. Hahaha, I'm so mean.......or maybe that's just me being all tired and whatnot, as it is 1:30 in the morning. And as I have just told my roommate, I am weird and conditioned, since I have a properly-working clock on my comp, and I check the alarm clock's time, which is about 5 inches more moving than I needed to do. *sigh* such is the life of a college student who wakes up after a solid night's sleep......