My cat caught a mouse.
She brought her into the house to kill her off.
I locked both up in the kitchen.
My cat is stupid, mouse is still alive.
I know where the fucking mouse is, my cat doesn't!
Got moral problem with betraying mouse to the enemy.
On the other hand: she'll die anyway. Either she starves to death or is eaten by cat.
Fuck.
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Okay...
1. Do you have any no-go pairings, kinks or themes?
2. Tell me about your vices (writing porn is not!)
3. And about your embarrassing habits (talking to yourself, biting your toenails, whatever...)
4. Who would you most like to shag in this very minute?
5. Are you a closet or out of closet fangirl/witer?
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1) fraser/maggie, because I can't get into the mental place where fraser would knowingly enter into an incestuous union with even his half sister. Apart from that, pretty much anything goes, although non-con is a twisty one for me.
2) chocolate, and laziness. I didn't deserve to get into university, I wasn't one of the ones who worked their fingers to the bone for it.
3) I bite my nails, and crinkle my nose a lot
4) ngrrgh...at this very minute? Joe Dick, don't know why, as I'm in a good mood, I'd just like to.
5) In degrees. My family know I love due South, as I make them watch it *g*. Some of the people I live with know I write slash. But no one in rl (apart from one fannish friend) knows exactly what I write (pegging, breathplay and genfuck *wins*)
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1. Do you/did you dye your hair?
2. Moment of truth: Best voice ever?
3. Do you really don't care for valentine's day? Or do you secretly hope for presents/flowers/dinners?
4. What are your irrational fears?
5. Your favourite childhood memory?
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2. You're talking about speaking, not singing, right? OMG, I have a list (including -- don't laugh -- Tony Blair). Okay, not including people I actually know? No lie, it's got to be Paul Gross. It's the consonants. Nobody can do consonants like Paul. Ewan McGregor ain't no slouch, either. For singing, it's early Elton John. 1969-1976 or so.
3. I'm afraid of flying, to a certain extent, but only on big jets. Little planes don't really bother me. Also, I freak out at the idea of having to sit on the inside in a restaurant booth. I like facing the door, as well. Maybe I was a Mafia hit man in a past life ( ... )
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I hate the concept of Valentine's day, because I really think it was pimped by greeting card companies. But I'd love to get romantic gifts and moonlight kisses, nonetheless. *g*
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