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kittydesadeI really need to stop making food I can't stick in the fridge and nuke later. My appetite's been getting less and less of late. Oh well. Here's to losing weight, or the hope of losing weight. Just a bit... just a little bit more.
Been busy today... copied over a story to my Pillow Book with the expectation of writing or copying a couple more. Maybe that's what I'll do with all the half-finished fanfics I've got written, turn them into smutfics. It's amazing how many half-finished fanfics I've got written. Maybe someday I'll put up a list either here or on Fanfic.net. Most of them are CharacterX/OCs anyway. Half of them are Mary Sues. Ah well.
But I did get stuff done today. Wrote a couple chapters in Understanding, one in Requiescat in Pace and one in The Little One. Sooo much silly fanfic, so little time to write it in. Today and tomorrow will probably be devoted to silly fanfic, especially considering I'm working on art and other such for my weirdo Matrix fic of Understanding. If I do get this job at Target one of the first things I'm going to do is save up and buy a scanner. Doesn't even have to be a good one, a cheap one will do.
Urgh. The urge to write Jack Sparrow/Will Turner slashfic is overwhelming. I don't think I've ever seen a slash pairing that begged to be written about so well since Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I think I'm going to have to at least start on something tonight. And the lesbian Victorian era fanfic. And the vampire slash. Gyah, I really need to work on the vampire slash. Only, I seem to have a lack of plot. Stupid plot.
There's something amusing about the fact that my roommate never does dishes, except until the third or fourth time I do them. And even then he usually does half of them and leaves the other accumulated half to soak. The crowner on it all is that, finally getting tired of scraping out the bottom of the dish soap, I got some more. And then the silly git prefers to use his own dish soap. What kind of a sick, demented, psychopathic anal retentive bitter weirdo uses his own dish soap just so he can have no further contact with his ex? I ask you. And we need new sponges. Meh.
Oh well. Let's see. The list of things I need to write.
1. Vampire slash
2. Lesbian erotica
3. Fanfiction
4. Pirate slash
I just wonder where April is so we can continue to collaborate on the one we were working on.
Been busy today... copied over a story to my Pillow Book with the expectation of writing or copying a couple more. Maybe that's what I'll do with all the half-finished fanfics I've got written, turn them into smutfics. It's amazing how many half-finished fanfics I've got written. Maybe someday I'll put up a list either here or on Fanfic.net. Most of them are CharacterX/OCs anyway. Half of them are Mary Sues. Ah well.
But I did get stuff done today. Wrote a couple chapters in Understanding, one in Requiescat in Pace and one in The Little One. Sooo much silly fanfic, so little time to write it in. Today and tomorrow will probably be devoted to silly fanfic, especially considering I'm working on art and other such for my weirdo Matrix fic of Understanding. If I do get this job at Target one of the first things I'm going to do is save up and buy a scanner. Doesn't even have to be a good one, a cheap one will do.
Urgh. The urge to write Jack Sparrow/Will Turner slashfic is overwhelming. I don't think I've ever seen a slash pairing that begged to be written about so well since Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I think I'm going to have to at least start on something tonight. And the lesbian Victorian era fanfic. And the vampire slash. Gyah, I really need to work on the vampire slash. Only, I seem to have a lack of plot. Stupid plot.
There's something amusing about the fact that my roommate never does dishes, except until the third or fourth time I do them. And even then he usually does half of them and leaves the other accumulated half to soak. The crowner on it all is that, finally getting tired of scraping out the bottom of the dish soap, I got some more. And then the silly git prefers to use his own dish soap. What kind of a sick, demented, psychopathic anal retentive bitter weirdo uses his own dish soap just so he can have no further contact with his ex? I ask you. And we need new sponges. Meh.
Oh well. Let's see. The list of things I need to write.
1. Vampire slash
2. Lesbian erotica
3. Fanfiction
4. Pirate slash
I just wonder where April is so we can continue to collaborate on the one we were working on.
