Look at me, all dressed up for X-Mas! Cool, hanh? Heck yeah! And this weekend, I'm going to start on the house!

Black Friday came and went and I survived quite nicely. I did a mid-shift, which spared me the fucking lunatics of the morning, all ready to shank a bitch because we didn't have the blah-blah-blah they camped out all night for. The store looked like a bomb went off in it, and folks were throwing things around like they were at a flea-market. I just kept smiling and ignoring everyone. These are the times it pays to look like a kindly old granny. :)

Now, I'm off to write sommoah, and obsessively rearrange my icons, woo-hoo!

OMG, Internets!! You're back! Please let me post my story now!

(  SpN, My SpN--spoilers under the cut )

So tomorrow I go back to work--perch-toooieeee! It was a long vacation, and I got a bit of work done on my stories, and a lot of work done in the house. I have some faint idea of where to go with the J2, I'm glad about that.

Can someone explain to me what happened to that movie Avatar? Are there two flicks called Avatar? 'Cause I see the trailer for this one flick, and it's like "ef-what?" Yes, old people call the movies flicks--shut up. I've been wallowing in nostalgia this week.

Thank you loves, for your comments on my J2 sniplet. There will be a disturbing amount of het in the thing--still, hoping it's going to be toasty enough. If one porns, one should strive to porn one's best. This should be on a pillow...

So, let me see if I can explain my absence--and yeah, for me, it's been pretty much an absence because I post nearly every day, even if it's just to chat about the horrible pimple I've developed on my wattle, which, true, but not the reason I'm posting tonight.

( behind the cut because it's long, and unhappy and not particularly interesting )


Maybe later on, I'll post a little snippet of what I've been working on, kinda sorta. A sentence here, a word there--eh.

ETA: thanks you guys--you make me feel so much better. I really appreciate it! *hugs you all*

Under the cut is a meme that Tabaqui tagged me for a bazillion years ago.


1. Write your username.
2. Write your 2 favourite bands/groups of the moment.
3. Write something you ♥, aka lemme see your heart.
4. Write the name of your favourite person of all time.
5. Write the name of your recent favoured person.
6. Tag 6 people to do this meme


It's short, fast, and fun, so I've tagged six folks to do it too. *G*




( under the cut--my handwriting! Skeery! )

Miss you guys, gosh. RL be kind of kicking my ass. :(

I've been here--dropping a comment here and there, but mostly I'm just so behind that I've given up trying to catch up.

Expect in this place a meme 'cause TQ tagged me and it's a fun one, and also if I can get get through this *one* little handful of sentences I'll be finished and posting the end of The Lonely. Seriously--there's an end. I keep talking about it but it exists! I swear!

About Show...I love it so much, it gets better and better and better! But since I'm a SAMNDEAN girl--there can't be one without the other--there's hardly any way that it can't be fabulous for me! Thank you SpN for making sure I slog through the week.

OMG, friends! I'm besides myself! Those of you who are following The Lonely--gosh, it's just perking along! Ha--must have been the porn! *g* Anyway, the end is chugging over the horizon, and if this fire keeps burning, in a day or so we'll be landing in Wrapitupsville! *so excited*

Yeah, I just let Kal behave like he wanted and it made it all easier and it's been fun even. Part of it is, I'm alone today. god...being alone. It's like a low grade orgasm all day. *happysiiiiiiiiigh* Alone means I can use all of my brain just on me. And *that* means writing. No guilt, no worries, :)

Come here--it's been too long since I gave ya'll a big old hug! Grope hug everyone, crowd on in!

So, here's what's going on.

Not so good news: Pop's not doing much better after having a positive upswing, he kind of crashed again. Good news, the therapists seem to think he can do well if he tries to. Bad news, he tells me he wants it to be over. So, I choose to think he means therapy. Anything else, and I'd be driven to kick his ass. It's a twisty, windy road we're taking here.

Good news: Today's Mr. Roxy's 52nd birthday! We had a nice day together, and BG came over with the Boyfriend to spend some time with us. She brought a cake and a new radio to replace the one she stole borrowed.

Other good news: Tomorrow's my 30th anniversary! I got my gift all ready--30 beautiful red roses. They look like a fucking shrub sitting on the table...*G*

Also, this is why I haven't been around much, or commented too much, or written much. I have some bits of The Lonely, I don't know if I should just post the small bitlets, or wait until I have a bigger post to make--what do you guys who are reading it want? I'm kind of stymied and need your input. *wibbly smile*

I've been posting, but not answering comments, and I want the new folks here to know that I'm not a total douchebizzle, it's just hard to concentrate lately. My plate's been kind of full. I normally answer stuff in a reasonable amount of time but yeah, lately....

I want to kiss and hug and shnuggle everyone who's commenting on my SV fic. You guys--you make my heart sing! I need this even more than ever, my little home away from RL. I wish I could be here like I used to be. *sigh* Still, I'm probably here more than I should be. Can we say avoidance? Or cowering in a corner? *G*

Anyway, I love you like fat kid loves cake. And remember, that high pitched scream of joy you hear tomorrow is just Yer Mother expressing her excitement that SpN is on her TV screen again.

Is it a sign? I couldn't get to my LJ today, the other day I couldn't post anything, I've been trying to answer comments to my feedback and can't--my paid time is about to expire and I'm thinking, is this the Universe's way of saying 'knock it off for god's sake'? Maybe it *is* a sign, hunh? In other news, I keep smelling smoke--like cigarette smoke. *would make that little symbol for puzzlement but i don't know which one*

I want to answer my comments from the last few posts, but there's something stopping me! (i have no idea what) I will get to that, and post the next bit of California Sun, the story that's trying hard to be all about Patrick and Dean, but I'm wrestling it like a tiger, I tell you!

Also, I have to go downstairs, and rip the Scrubs DVD out of the player, because for the last half hour, it's been playing that little clip of music at the menu over and over and over and over and over...this is what BG sleeps to.

Yesterday, I had to climb through my laundry room window, because the house was locked up and I did not have the key to get in. So, picture if you will, a 5'3", 195 pound woman climbing a lawn chair, and shoving her ass through a kind of narrow window, whilst the senile little puppy sat and watched with great interest. See, the deal there is, he gets meals and a place to pee on the floor to live with us in exchange for watching the house, alerting us to danger. Don't tell me he knew who it was--the mere fact I was climbing through a window should have made him suspect doppelgangers and make at least some kind of token noise. Hah! No treats for you, Dog.

I did a modified tuck and roll over the dryer, which is right under the window. By modified, I mean, I fell onto the top of the dryer and flopped to the floor like a beached salmon. However, I sprang to my feet, arms wide, head back and a smile full of pluck creasing my face. Not. I cursed for a long time without taking a breath,though, and I think that was pretty impressive.

In other news--8485 words on my BB, not all of them coherent.

but right now, I'm off to read this smoking hot SpN 3some fic, omg, Dean/Sam/OFCs, heck yeah!!!!

Yesterday, I fell, spectacularly, and to make it even worse, I did it on my front lawn. I flipped! And landed on my back. Oy, so embarrassing! My next door neighbor came running out to make sure I didn't shatter my hip, I guess. Ha! I was just laying there in the grass, laughing my ass off. Today, I'm fucking sore all over, which just points up how out of shape I am. And I'm grateful for once for zoysia grass--it's very thick and cushy, even though it grows all over like a frigging weed and turns brown in the winter.

*koff*

so, anyway...I've been reading stories, I know I shouldn't, not when I'm writing and not in the fandom I'm writing but I did and now, I'm blocked. And also PMSing. Probably why I'm blocked...stupid body. Plus the latest ep of SpN made my heart break. Why, why why? Why can't I be attached to the shows that don't have this Rift shit going on? Why didn't I see this coming from a mile away and cut out before I got hooked?

And whilst I'm on this rant of bitterness, why don't they make Lactose-free ice-cream in flavors other than vanilla??? Why don't my grocery stores sell it if they do? Oh my god, my friends, I am so bitter today, and it's not just the hormones talking. Well, mostly not.

Dang. Yesterday was a hell of a lot more fun than today, and I started that day off staring at the sky from my front lawn. Seriously, it was kind of funny. :)

Yesterday was a bad day. I got news that my friend's mom passed away, and it was upsetting to say the least. I felt horrible because I just lost it completely, instead of being strong for my friend.
I'm going to miss her so much. Mrs. Smith (my friend's mom) always used to say that Mr. R was her handsome boyfriend, kidding around of course. I'm pretty sure anyway. :) She had this outrageous accent, cute really (she was Japanese) so...because my whole family is demonspawn, my mom and I would occasionally poke a little fun at it. Well, specifically, the phrase, "it's time to hit the load." I took to using it whenever I left Mom's house 'cause I thought it was so cute--except for the one time Mrs. Smith just happened to be visiting, and just happened to catch me...you see, my friends? There is no lesson learned so well and so deeply as a lesson handed to you covered in a thick coating of excruciating embarrassment and stuffed with "you're such an asshole" filling. Thankfully, she forgave me. ;)

I'm going to miss her so much.

I talked to my kid about my horrible block, and threw out the idea of writing about my fav subject--me--and she thought it was a great idea. ( So here is a little bit of personal stuff, about me. )

I feel kind of blah. Can't complain much because I've been on a roll lately, having lots of fun, but some RL stuff (of course) has decided to put the brakes on my funfest lately. Pooh.

( violins, tears, pastries and your BNF )

This about my sister
( Read more... )