while with his gun the pagan angel rose to say

I have decided to hibernate for LIFE.

i'm sick and miserable and it's raining and cold and i can't breathe through my nose and my ears are clogged and this novel won't hurry up and edit itself and i can't focus and i want money to magically appear in my bank account and my mother needs to not call me and surprise!period can go fuck itself sideways and i'm hungry but my tummy has decided all food must be forcibly evicted and blerg i say BLERG

*wheeze* And now I feel slightly better! :D Carry on.

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Apparently, I am too polite for my own good. Seriously, who knew?

[edit] omgheehe! There are little starlings in the atrium where I'm waiting, and one just perched on my hat! My hat which I am wearing! So cute!

And it did not poop on me, so bonus. :D

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But editing might be worse.

x_x

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I COMPLETELY FAIL AT PACKING LIGHTLY.

There's a penis joke in there somewhere.

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Why am I awake.

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Okay. I'm going to take a moment and be proud here, dammit. I am going to feel good about my accomplishment.

Somehow, even with four solid months of writing nothing at all (torture!), I've managed to break 300k for this year.

310,000 words, approximately.

Evil twin, I demand cookies.

And a magical editing wand. OH WAIT THAT'S YOU. :D

( For my own interest, a breakdown. )

A joke! I promise I'm not drunk.

NEWFOUNDLAND 911

"Hello, is this the RCMP?"

"Yes, how may I help you?"

"I'm calling to report my neighbor, Mike Fitzpatrick! He's hiding drugs inside his firewood!"

"Thank you very much for the call, sir."

The next day, the RCMP SWAT team officers descended upon Mike's house. They searched the shed where the firewood was kept. They chopped open every piece of wood, but found no drugs. Mike cussed them out, they cussed at Mike, and they left.

The day after that, the phone rang at Mike's house...

"Hey, Mike! Did the RCMP come to your house?"

"Yeah!"

"Did they chop your firewood?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, buddy."

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Is it really a fail when you skip the porn in an erotica to get to the plot?

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I has them! And I didn't even know, ahar. Toss me a comment with an email address, I'll go until I'm out.

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Writing is hard. :\

After two days, TWO DAYS, I finally got my wireless working again. I'd like to claim in my defence that Shaw was being persnickety, and thus interfered with my troubleshooting, but in the end, it was a bum cable. A BUM CABLE. I didn't even think to switch out the cables with the extras until I reached Cid-level of *!*^@! cursing.

Fail.

In other news, I'm an ungrateful twat. I've trained myself up to an average of 10k a week and suddenly it doesn't seem productive enough. 10k. A WEEK.

What is wrong with you, Blue? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

This icon is becoming more useful than originally anticipated.

1. Candyass
2. Pantomime
3. The Obvious

Stumbling Over Reason
CSI:LV (S7). Greg Sanders/Mike Keppler. NC-17. ~9000 words (!!). For 'nippleplay' on my kink_bingo card.
"You know, you don't have to get me drunk. I'll put out either way."

( Read me. )

Roomie was just in to say goodnight and my email pinged, so, I checked it, right? And it was hilarious because it was yet more spam for BearTrapping.com or whatever, which just makes me giggle these days since I'm all zomg LIEV SCHREIBER every ten seconds.

So, so, I click load images so me and Roomie can see what bears they're pumping out (har) this week and have a giggle or two, and omg, Jesus Christ, the guy that pops up making eyes at us LOOKS LIKE MY BROTHER.

MY BROTHER.

GOD, WHY. WHY.

Dear Supernatural,

Baby, just so you know, if you kill Chuck, we're breaking up.

With fickle love,
Me

I... I think I would write porn for Chuck. So adorable. :x

Just in case anyone was wondering, I am here to say that yes, switching 30,000 words of fic from present to past tense is indeed incredibly time consuming. AND ANNOYING. OMG. >:O

Bitch whine weeble wobble woe.

I have this insane craving for delicious Mexican food. I think I woke up this morning in the middle of a dream about the wonderful teeny taqueria Jess and Miko and I found on our roadtrip back from YCon a couple of years ago. Also, the evil twin was visiting last week, and my brain equates evil twin with California with TACOS.

THEY ARE SO GOOD.

AND I AM HUNGRY. D:

death_bingo. Why do I want to do such horrible things.

( Let me show you my card. )