...what?

[roxy]

All I really want to do is write Wincest curtain fic of all different flavors. There's really no reason for me not to give into shmoopiness, is there? It's not like it's wrong if no one is being tortured or sliding into faintly dub-con sex, right? And J2 shmoop, I kinda want to try that out for size.

But I still want to finish my slightly evilish-flavored 1920s Young Sammy and Dean.

I think I'm being too happy and content with Mr. R being home all the time. Sadly, I can tell he's just about done with the enforced down-time and is ready to go back to work. We're still pretty much okay financially, but one more month will kick our ass pretty bad....

Why, oh why can't one of you win the lottery, suddenly realize just how much pleasure you've gotten from my spiritually up-lifting and positive posts and shower us with enough pelf that neither of us have to work ever again? I will of course, in return, shower our benefactor with all the porn they'd ever desire--also, will polish up my rather blandish and vanilla porn-writing skills. And dang, I better get started on some positive type posts--just on the off chance....

"Life is just a bowl of cherries, some of them are delicious and sweet, some of them are rotten at the core, some of them have those little maggoty things in them and it's up to you to keep your eye out...in other words, never eat cherries in the dark. No, seriously, don't do it, it's like your own private horror movie starring you...on the upside, if you're hammered, you'll never know about the little--you know. So, yeah, get hammered, frequently. it helps. End of Pos Thinking."

no need to thank me, I do what I can.

Comments

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

*falls down laughing*

I fuckin' hear ya about the lottery! And if I should win, which is impossible because I've never in my life bought a ticket, then I would totally keep you and your fam as, well, kept people.

I for one completely loved what I was privileged enough to read of your Wincest/fusion take on The Public Enemy, and I would seriously be okay reading more of that or a different spin on it or whatever. Actually, you know what? Just sit down (or stand, as it's your rodeo) and write whatever your warped little heart desires. Good stuff always comes out of that in your case, by which I mean the writing--not stuff literally coming out of your heart cos that'd be, yeah. :/

Anywho, what the what? WRITE! No more cleaning (for now). Also, love the "pep talk." I need a poster with that and very little light, maybe some eyes and a half-lit bowl of oozing cherries. And, no matter how disgusting and darkly poetic that spiel was--I now want some fuckin' cherries, so thanks for that, Snuggles!

Here, have a fishnet.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*FALLS DOWN LAUGHING*

You always make me feel like a million bucks, and kill me too! *ssnickers*

But yeah, I want cherries too, now. *GRINS*

Have some calamari...oh, sorry, those are sentient tentacles. my bad.

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

*wheezes*

If I have some weird-ass dreams tonight, I know where to lay the blame!