and you were mine.
Yay, I like my yuletide story. It's not quite done, but boy. I sure do love it.
(It's funny how I think of things that I write for challenges as "mine" until they're done and posted, at which time they become, in my mind, the property of the person or group for whom they were written. Things that are written for me/in response to my requests/whatever, on the other hand, hardly ever really feel like "mine.")
I'm also loving my spn_holidays thing. The only annoying thing is that I came up with a MOTW/MsOTW without a myth/legend root, and now I'm having a bitch of a time explaining it/them. Oh well.
I think I'm enjoying writing these two stories so much because I'm using things I know, ideas and places and stories that are already tattooed bone-deep into my skin.
Anyway.
Had a very busy weekend. Private party on Friday, superfun. So fun, in fact, that my arms were sore on Saturday.
Then Sin City on Saturday night. I was grunge! I wore a retro-y sleevless black polka dot dress, white knee high stockings, big black boots, and a plaid shirt. One of the other DMs was like, "Ohmigod, you look so good! Wow! You look great!" Which was kind of irritating, even though it's nice when people notice that I'm getting thinner. I mean, I know I looked better than I usually do, 'cause I wore clothes that actually fit and weren't boring, but still. I think it's my guy brain. I don't understand when girls make a big deal of shit like that. I'm sure she wouldn't have been so enthusiastic if she'd noticed I hadn't shaved my legs. Or if I'd worn a boy!grunge outfit.
There was a much higher percentage of attendees playing this month. It was odd. The dungeon was full to capacity for most of the night, but there were a lot of gaps in the bar areas, and on the dance floor. I dunno.
And on Sunday had a playdate at home. Also superfun! Especially because I got to do things to our victim, yay! I have discovered that I am a huge fan of pinching.
That is all!
In non-kinky weekend news, the bf had his car broken into while we were at Sin (the venue is in a pretty bad neighbourhood downtown, so). My jeans, first generation Red Robot t-shirt, a pair of socks, AND MY SAM HOODIE (SEE HOW PISSED HE IS!!@!!11!) were stolen, as well as a bigass jar of pennies I've had since I was about sixteen. The jar, I mean. The pennies have been accumulating since slightly before that. They're my rummoli pennies, man! 'Cause my family is fucking hardcore; we don't play with no pansy-ass chips.
Of course, only the bf's spare change and half-empty bottle of diet Sprite were stolen.
At least a homeless person is now warm, I guess. And in posession of about ten dollars in pennies. And half a diet Sprite.
I got cards from bubbles83, impasto and deadflowerss on Thursday and Friday. Mine will be going out at the end of this week. Which means that most people for whom it is, say five-thirty right now (or later), will not be receiving their cards before C-Day. Oh noes.
(I keep thinking of things that were in my poor hoodie's pockets--spare car keys, a receipt from Best Buy, a punk show flyer, one of my gloves, etc. etc. etc.)
Bye.
(It's funny how I think of things that I write for challenges as "mine" until they're done and posted, at which time they become, in my mind, the property of the person or group for whom they were written. Things that are written for me/in response to my requests/whatever, on the other hand, hardly ever really feel like "mine.")
I'm also loving my spn_holidays thing. The only annoying thing is that I came up with a MOTW/MsOTW without a myth/legend root, and now I'm having a bitch of a time explaining it/them. Oh well.
I think I'm enjoying writing these two stories so much because I'm using things I know, ideas and places and stories that are already tattooed bone-deep into my skin.
Anyway.
Had a very busy weekend. Private party on Friday, superfun. So fun, in fact, that my arms were sore on Saturday.
Then Sin City on Saturday night. I was grunge! I wore a retro-y sleevless black polka dot dress, white knee high stockings, big black boots, and a plaid shirt. One of the other DMs was like, "Ohmigod, you look so good! Wow! You look great!" Which was kind of irritating, even though it's nice when people notice that I'm getting thinner. I mean, I know I looked better than I usually do, 'cause I wore clothes that actually fit and weren't boring, but still. I think it's my guy brain. I don't understand when girls make a big deal of shit like that. I'm sure she wouldn't have been so enthusiastic if she'd noticed I hadn't shaved my legs. Or if I'd worn a boy!grunge outfit.
There was a much higher percentage of attendees playing this month. It was odd. The dungeon was full to capacity for most of the night, but there were a lot of gaps in the bar areas, and on the dance floor. I dunno.
And on Sunday had a playdate at home. Also superfun! Especially because I got to do things to our victim, yay! I have discovered that I am a huge fan of pinching.
That is all!
In non-kinky weekend news, the bf had his car broken into while we were at Sin (the venue is in a pretty bad neighbourhood downtown, so). My jeans, first generation Red Robot t-shirt, a pair of socks, AND MY SAM HOODIE (SEE HOW PISSED HE IS!!@!!11!) were stolen, as well as a bigass jar of pennies I've had since I was about sixteen. The jar, I mean. The pennies have been accumulating since slightly before that. They're my rummoli pennies, man! 'Cause my family is fucking hardcore; we don't play with no pansy-ass chips.
Of course, only the bf's spare change and half-empty bottle of diet Sprite were stolen.
At least a homeless person is now warm, I guess. And in posession of about ten dollars in pennies. And half a diet Sprite.
I got cards from bubbles83, impasto and deadflowerss on Thursday and Friday. Mine will be going out at the end of this week. Which means that most people for whom it is, say five-thirty right now (or later), will not be receiving their cards before C-Day. Oh noes.
(I keep thinking of things that were in my poor hoodie's pockets--spare car keys, a receipt from Best Buy, a punk show flyer, one of my gloves, etc. etc. etc.)
Bye.