Workin' nine 'till three
What a way to make no livin'
Can't afford to pee
Toilet paper's unforgivin'
Climbin' up a tree
In the hopes of finding kittens
In the city any possums are slim pickin's!

Yeah. I have to amuse myself by writing bad lyrics to Dolly Parton songs.

With absolutely no pressure, I have decided I am going to do my own Big Bang. You know, in preparation for the NaNoWriMo I'll never have time to do. Wish me luck!

Anyone out there on my flist who'd like to just amble along with me? No pressure. I'm not signing up for anything. I'm just going to try it out to see if I can do it.

I blame you emmyangua and eyesofapanda. Why'd you have to go and make me watch Merlin?

I don't have time for this show!

;_;

I'm not going to google it, because I want to ask you first ( Read more... )

I did some comfort shopping today. Things just feel a little on top of me right now and when I saw them I just couldn't help myself... I have absolutely no will power when it comes to notebooks. Which is usually why I stay the hell away from those four shelves in Whitcoulls devoted entirely to housing those tempting sirens of card, plastic, paper ( Read more... )

It was only a matter of time before I found it, really. Now I must share with you the...

Tron-A-Sutra

God, the suits, the graphics, and the terminology just make it incredibly geektastic! XD

Okay, I'm not a very girlie kind of girl. Growing up with brothers will do that to you. However, sometimes I can be taken by surprise at the innate girliness when it decides to raise its head. Like it did about half an hour ago.

Ever experienced meeting and conversing with someone who looks exactly like another person you admire/have a crush on ( Read more... )

She updated! SHE UPDATED!!!!! *squeals in joy and flails. Madly. Like a mad flaily-thing*

Observations on Sentinels & Guides in Victorian London

OMFG!!!!!!

*goes off to read. Then read from beginning to latest. As she does every. Single. Time.*

You won't be hearing from me for a while.

Yeah, I'm sorry, guys. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

But it BUGS ME!

Knickers, not panties. Pants, not shorts. Please, please, when writing brit-fic, use the appropriate names for underwear. Otherwise it just jars the hell out of the flow, and I'll be sitting here going: "what's he doing wearing shorts under his trousers?" If it's kinky speak, then ( Read more... )

Ghost Story Thingie
Is?: a sorta gift-fic for cog_nomen for writing Commentadore. <3 (Link takes you to entry at cox_and_co)

Status:

6901 / 12000 words. 58% done!