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I have about 30 minutes to finish my "politically laced adultery-serial homicide" screenplay and instead I'm eating pfeffernusse, after I asked my dad for the recipe.
So now in my sugar coated stupor, I must fumble about the net pretending to write my screenplay, while in reality, I'm surfing for Kara/Lee fic. Which there has been a lack of for the past THREE DAYS.
I should be one to complain since I still haven't written my badcliche fic or the other one where the plot bunny runs rampant and eludes to Kara/Boomer (odd I know).
And now, I will most likely have to deal with an angry Mr. Sherwyn "Hollywood" Smith, a stomach bump (damn those German cookies), and my overzealous friends who will demand that I stop watching BSG.
BUT I WON'T stop watching BSG or ingesting pfeffernusse.
So now in my sugar coated stupor, I must fumble about the net pretending to write my screenplay, while in reality, I'm surfing for Kara/Lee fic. Which there has been a lack of for the past THREE DAYS.
I should be one to complain since I still haven't written my badcliche fic or the other one where the plot bunny runs rampant and eludes to Kara/Boomer (odd I know).
And now, I will most likely have to deal with an angry Mr. Sherwyn "Hollywood" Smith, a stomach bump (damn those German cookies), and my overzealous friends who will demand that I stop watching BSG.
BUT I WON'T stop watching BSG or ingesting pfeffernusse.