Heeee!  Flips and I make the crappest jack-o-lanterns that ever crapped.  Seriously.

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I am Oscar Mike en route to Chappy Nine.

Rendezvous at twenty-three hundred for debrief and status report.

ETA 11:22pm

The Lee - Chapter Nine

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Okay, so I've pretty much got myself backed into this corner where every time I think about opening up my chappy nine doc, I am gripped with a puke-worthy anxiety of epic proportions.

And it's beginning to rule every aspect of my motherfucking life, quite frankly.

This is not on, Words. You and I have always been pals. I don't like not liking you ( Read more... )

Just soez y'all noez I has not ENTIRELY forgotten I has a fic to finish...

The Lee - Chapter Nine.

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The surprise mostly being that I am finally emptying a can of the suckers into a saucepan.

For years I have harbored a ridiculous "emergency back-up supply" of legumes, and despite my recent donations to the bushfire appeal, I STILL have far too many chickpeas. Especially for a piss-weak vegetarian who never recovered from her first crack at dahl.

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There's this thing you can do with horses, see.  It's not a nice thing, so I'll preface this with the normal don't-try-this-at-home-kids disclaimer.  It's called Overfacing.  Overfacing occurs when you frustrate your horse by giving impossible or contradictory instructions until he flips his lid entirely and stops listening to everything including  ( Read more... )