to rend your ventricles apart
I'm tired and I'm bored and my contacts are drying out and all of my fic is on my flashdrive which is upstairs on the other side of a minefield of about six sleeping people, all Lisa's friends spending the night before another friend's wedding tomorrow, and Zac is talking to me. And even though he's drunkish and we're arguing and he's talking about how he's probably going to block me again, I can't just say "Fine, asshole" and sign off. As much as I might want to, I can't say "Your goddamn problems are not mine anymore," because that's mean and rude and bitchy but sometimes when I'm tired and he's being evasive it's how I bloody well feel.
Right. Wonder if he still reads this. That would be a bit hypocritical of him, would it not?
Oooh! My notebook is down here. Which is good, because even though it lacks pirate!fic, it does have the premise of a Dean-Winchester-meets-a-succubus fic in it. Uh...yeah. With bonus snarking and rock-salt. XD