Hi Friends!

[roxy]

My grumpiness grows, my friends. My 58 years are wearing heavy on me, and I have the patience of a larch. The next time I read about Jared's taught abdomen, I'm going to have to have proof of that--I demand to know just what the fuck his gut learned.

My friends, let me tell you about my S/D OTP minibang and the ending that I had hammered out and was cleaning up and then--poof! sent into limbo. "Omg, you tired bitch, again?" you're probably saying and yes, it's a habit of mine. The first hundred times, I broke into tears whenever I did that, now, I'm all, "Hunh. Looks like it's coffee time," and wander out to the kitchen...and through the back door and into the yard, where I throw my head back and scream,"WHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY????" at the sky. "Why Lord, why? All I wanted was for Sam to insert his penis into Dean and have the act immortalized in my deathless prose--was that too much to ask?" Right? I mean, what, was Sam supposed to bottom? You know I'm not about that, top, bottom, I could give a shit, as long as somebody's getting some, someway somehow, and it's hot.

Crap, lost my point somewhere around Dean's ass. Anyway, that happened.

BG got her lip pierced, or lip area I guess. Sort of lip adjacent. It suits her, makes her look very exotic. Folks will be asking for her birth certificate no doubt, wanting to know if she's riiiiiiiiiilly an American born baby. But talk of birth certificates and the new American values, It's A-Okay and Right As Rain To Be Racist is just another thing that's making me really fucking grumpy....

Comments

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

Sorry, so sorry, eh, kickass, and I can't believe it, right? And you just grump it right the fuck up, okay? You've more than earned that right. I mean, it's your duty to be pissed off at the vast majority of people, objects, ideas, beans, hula hoops--you name it. You owe us your scorn, Snuggles! Now, I really want to see some hustle out there! Give us your A game!

*careful hugs*

*presents big mug of coffee just the way you like it*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*falls down laughing*

Thanks Coach! I is full of inspiration now! *runs in place*

Here, I go, throwing Sam right into Dean...oh, ick. Note to self. Some things are just so very wrong....

Oh well. *gulps coffee, contemplates the highs and lows of life and the necessity of foreplay*