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Finished one fic. It didn't turn out quite the way I'd planned, but I like it. I'm very pleased that people are reading Weighed Down With Good Intentions. I hadn't expected much feedback, since the ship is so obscure. (In fact, it may be the only one of its kind! Please don't disillusion me. *g*)
I'm feeling kind of useless today. Downstairs, there's priming going on, in preperation for the Big Paint. But there are only two rollers. I unscrewed things, but now I'm just baby-sitting the dog, who's nervous about all the changes.
You know what you should do?
Spam me. With pet pictures. Cats, dogs, fish, birds, whatever. I want to see some cute.
Emily, not really enjoying last year's big snowfall.
Will, attempting to blend in with his surroundings.
Will and his brother, Mr. Data, who died and broke my heart four years ago.
Baby!Sophie
Shoes + cats = ♥
A little December/May thing seems to be going on here. O_o
I'm feeling kind of useless today. Downstairs, there's priming going on, in preperation for the Big Paint. But there are only two rollers. I unscrewed things, but now I'm just baby-sitting the dog, who's nervous about all the changes.
You know what you should do?
Spam me. With pet pictures. Cats, dogs, fish, birds, whatever. I want to see some cute.
Emily, not really enjoying last year's big snowfall.
Will, attempting to blend in with his surroundings.
Will and his brother, Mr. Data, who died and broke my heart four years ago.
Baby!Sophie
Shoes + cats = ♥
A little December/May thing seems to be going on here. O_o