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aruanWhew. Real life intervened for a long minute in there and while yes, fun, there's a reason for the existence of the PSG.
Good to be back, kids. Also, jenn, my dearly beloved supplier of lovelier than how CLexian slash, I'm so compelled to do rousing renditions of all the 'slave' songs within my sphere of knowledge, or if it will please you learn all new ones because wow. Just. Yeah.
Someone was practicing guitar in the courtyard outside my room this morning. The beginning strings of Sweet Home Alabama wafted up through my open window for a while before the artist switched to the intro of Like I Love You. I am just that easy to please.
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bitterchick broke my heart today. Good thing she just updated with Hiatus or there may've been pained whimpering instead of unbridled enthusiasm over tonight's 8 Mile-centric festivities.
Hm. None of this seems to be getting Cuddle!Fic written. While I seem to harbor an irrational inability to allow my vic-, err, characters to be happy, I'm equally unwilling to contemplate the notion of beastiality with the animal I find perhaps the least appealing in all the world, bugs aside of course.
Hence, there will be fic. By Lance (TM to a soul much more clever than I) I'll shed sweat, blood and tears but mark (and so, so compelled to capitalize that) my words, for this will be the Weekend Of Productivity.
It will.
No really.
*crosses arms and taps foot impatiently*
You know, laughing that hard is probably not good for you.
Good to be back, kids. Also, jenn, my dearly beloved supplier of lovelier than how CLexian slash, I'm so compelled to do rousing renditions of all the 'slave' songs within my sphere of knowledge, or if it will please you learn all new ones because wow. Just. Yeah.
Someone was practicing guitar in the courtyard outside my room this morning. The beginning strings of Sweet Home Alabama wafted up through my open window for a while before the artist switched to the intro of Like I Love You. I am just that easy to please.
Also,
bitterchick broke my heart today. Good thing she just updated with Hiatus or there may've been pained whimpering instead of unbridled enthusiasm over tonight's 8 Mile-centric festivities. Hm. None of this seems to be getting Cuddle!Fic written. While I seem to harbor an irrational inability to allow my vic-, err, characters to be happy, I'm equally unwilling to contemplate the notion of beastiality with the animal I find perhaps the least appealing in all the world, bugs aside of course.
Hence, there will be fic. By Lance (TM to a soul much more clever than I) I'll shed sweat, blood and tears but mark (and so, so compelled to capitalize that) my words, for this will be the Weekend Of Productivity.
It will.
No really.
*crosses arms and taps foot impatiently*
You know, laughing that hard is probably not good for you.
