the last day of the year
IN DREAM:
AMY: We're going to go into the store and get something, okay?
MEG: ....but I'm naked! It's like one of those dreams where you're naked!
PATTI: Well, act like you're wearing clothes and go buy some.
MEG: Okay, I guess.
They had some pretty awesome clothes in the shop, though. It just occurred to me that if I had enough wit to think a little further through, I could have had a lucid dream, since I was aware enough in the dream to compare it to a dream. It was one of those hyper-real dreams, though, where there's a sense that you're not dreaming at all. Usually in that of dream I end up flying or -- wait, come to think of it, there was a bunch of guys who were turning girls in to boys and I forget all, and then I ended up diving for one of them after we turned them into stone and rescued him and turned him to a woman. I don't know either. Whenever I dream of flying or swimming, I wake up in a bad mood because I think it's real and it's not.
Snow again. :[
I can't believe I have almost five thousand words of hooker fic. ._. I could have broken five thousand words last night, but I decided it was probably a better idea to take a break and alternately threatened to send Pengie DVDs with bits of GyouTai hidden in them so she had to watch a lot of Arashi shit and then make me blobs to illustrate Rainbow Storm Rangers and watched D no Arashi.
(Also I scored a pretty good one on Becky over Jun and Meguro-san. I wonder if there's a doujinshi, I said. AUGH GOD NO NO IT BURNS FUCK YOU I POKE AROUND 4-CHAN, she replied. Our love is pure, tender and magical, just like the love of Jun and Nino, and by that I mean, it is a cold day in our hearts when one of us hasn't violently traumatized the other.)
I love Sho. Have I mentioned that lately? I love Sho, and I love his unashamed love of kids and how he sees a cute one and is all OH MY GOD IT'S A BABY OH MY GOD and I love his way of getting looks on his faces that Oliver usually gets on his (in fact, his expression in the parking tower was exactly like the expression Oliver got over the automated carwash, and by that I mean 'o_______________________o;') and I especially love how he totally fails at educating his stupid bandmates with educational and interesting bus stop signs and then tries the same thing again, and I love the way his stupid bandmates just stare at him dully until Aiba asks if it's just paybacks, and then he says YES, IT IS. I love him. I love him when he looks at a narrow mountain path and just goes WHY AM I DRESSED IN A SUIT and I love him when he takes off his suit jacket and is in a short sleeved black top and suit pants. I love him when he puts on a wet suit. I love him when Ohno makes fun of his solo. (Not as much as I love Jun when Ohno makes fun of his solo, but that's the high-water mark of awesome.) I love him. I love him.
I just can't fic the fucker worth a damn!
AMY: We're going to go into the store and get something, okay?
MEG: ....but I'm naked! It's like one of those dreams where you're naked!
PATTI: Well, act like you're wearing clothes and go buy some.
MEG: Okay, I guess.
They had some pretty awesome clothes in the shop, though. It just occurred to me that if I had enough wit to think a little further through, I could have had a lucid dream, since I was aware enough in the dream to compare it to a dream. It was one of those hyper-real dreams, though, where there's a sense that you're not dreaming at all. Usually in that of dream I end up flying or -- wait, come to think of it, there was a bunch of guys who were turning girls in to boys and I forget all, and then I ended up diving for one of them after we turned them into stone and rescued him and turned him to a woman. I don't know either. Whenever I dream of flying or swimming, I wake up in a bad mood because I think it's real and it's not.
Snow again. :[
I can't believe I have almost five thousand words of hooker fic. ._. I could have broken five thousand words last night, but I decided it was probably a better idea to take a break and alternately threatened to send Pengie DVDs with bits of GyouTai hidden in them so she had to watch a lot of Arashi shit and then make me blobs to illustrate Rainbow Storm Rangers and watched D no Arashi.
(Also I scored a pretty good one on Becky over Jun and Meguro-san. I wonder if there's a doujinshi, I said. AUGH GOD NO NO IT BURNS FUCK YOU I POKE AROUND 4-CHAN, she replied. Our love is pure, tender and magical, just like the love of Jun and Nino, and by that I mean, it is a cold day in our hearts when one of us hasn't violently traumatized the other.)
I love Sho. Have I mentioned that lately? I love Sho, and I love his unashamed love of kids and how he sees a cute one and is all OH MY GOD IT'S A BABY OH MY GOD and I love his way of getting looks on his faces that Oliver usually gets on his (in fact, his expression in the parking tower was exactly like the expression Oliver got over the automated carwash, and by that I mean 'o_______________________o;') and I especially love how he totally fails at educating his stupid bandmates with educational and interesting bus stop signs and then tries the same thing again, and I love the way his stupid bandmates just stare at him dully until Aiba asks if it's just paybacks, and then he says YES, IT IS. I love him. I love him when he looks at a narrow mountain path and just goes WHY AM I DRESSED IN A SUIT and I love him when he takes off his suit jacket and is in a short sleeved black top and suit pants. I love him when he puts on a wet suit. I love him when Ohno makes fun of his solo. (Not as much as I love Jun when Ohno makes fun of his solo, but that's the high-water mark of awesome.) I love him. I love him.
I just can't fic the fucker worth a damn!