Oh, Daneel, how oddly and totally fascinated I am by your boobies--I mean--congratulations!

Don't hate, but there's a celebrity sex tape I might actually want to watch. What? I'm writing! These things pop in my head when I'm writing.

Actually, I tell a lie. I just spent two hours arranging my icons and pics. Some folks changed their names, or I had icons incorrectly tagged. *sniff* Deleted a bunch I snagged somehow without crediting and I don't like to use uncredited art. I also cleaned the bathroom, the guest room (or BG's former room), ran a load of laundry, dumped some stuff that magically turned from treasured articles to junk with the passage of the years--Yo, does anybody know what the fuck this thing is? No? Than why've we got it, fercrisake--it was a busy day. Ran up to my beloved little toldthestars's with Uncle Daddy and he fixed her bike tire and we talked about our stories (and oh my god the one she's working on now--fabulous!) And this, this is what I do to get out of writing.

What a whack-a-loon!!

Today's the start of my vacation. Well, not so much vacation as unpaid leave. I needed some serious time to myself, or as much of that as is possible. My brother's coming at the end of the week, and I wanted to get my truly disgusting house in order. I also hope to get some guilt free writing in. So far, the story that's coming the easiest, no matter how hard I try to work on something else, is the KindaCowboy AU, which I'm calling(pretty sure on this)Non Timebo Mala. I have a serious thing for latin titles. Sound all thinky and stuff. ;)

I mention that, because I think I'm going to post bits as I write them. I usually try to wait until I *know* where I'm going so that it doesn't die in the water (arg, HATE doing that!) or take a bazillion years while I try and figure out just what the fuck I'm doing (heeellooo, Dis Pater, both you fuckers, and you,Brothers and Heroes....) so what I'm saying here is, it will be a voyage of discovery for *all* of us, whoo-hoo!

And not to get cranky on me, I am working on the J2 thingy (need a title!!) and also everything else I mentioned because I'm crazeeee.

Annnnnnnd--to be catching up on all the fic my beloveds are writing and I haven't been reading. *hangs head*

I've listened to a a shit ton of versions of Wayfaring Stranger, or at least it feels like it. The best version by far is Johnny Cash's. Here's the super creepy thing...I think I like Johnny Cash. SHUT UP SHUT UP. It's probably temporary insanity. Research sometimes leads you into scary places. I've been enjoying poking around a bit, looking for flavor for my million and one SpN fics, hah! I'm not doing heavy research, just enough that it kind of sounds good, y'know? That doesn't mean that I've spent my precious time writing, no...I've been reading lyrics of all kinds of folk songs. Hunh. Weird lyrics, but interesting. and now, I'm off to read some folk tales!

Also, swear to god, shoot me if I ever eat another Reese's Cup. Oy, the pain, the misery, the lactose intolerance making the eating of chocolate a somewhat masochistic activity bordering on self-abuse and in no way the fun kind. :(.

No body went to see BDS2? No buzz, no review? How will I know if I should go?

*sad*

I loved those Brother stories back in the day...*sigh*

Oh geez...I just realized how close the Public Enemies AU is to BDS fic, oy.

Help me oh three or four friends who read SpN fic and in particular, my SpN fic, and narrowing that down even more, comment on the damn things--tell me what I should work on?

( and under here, I go on and on, because I had too much fun with it )

1) Kill that guy your sister is going to marry. Trust me, it will be worth it to do the time. Here, you hold the gun while I get the axe.

2) Have a lot more sex. Refractory time is a bitch.

3) Don't worry, you're not going to kill the kid. Really. And try not to drop her in the crib like she's a football.

4) Seriously, when people say they like you, they mean it.

5) fucking five dollars a week, you cheap bitch--you can spare that much into your savings.