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I'm working on a story that I like a lot, and I'm trying to decide if I should post it as a WIP or a complete piece. I'm working on it at the speed of negative snail but I'm definitely working on it. What do you say, my friends? Post or not? It's a Sam/Dean domestic AU, chock full of angst and stuff because that is how I roll. Ya'll pretend like it's important and I'll pretend like I'm not needy as hell.

My other child has moved out and our nest is empty. BG and her little dog have left us. The dog's coming back but the kid claims she's not. I don't know--there are roaches in her apartment. We have this thing about roaches like other people have about snakes or serial killers. It's a phobia so bad that therapy would probably be helpful. Can anyone recommend solutions to controlling them? She's in the city in an old apartment building so yeah, odds are it's a losing battle. This whole moving out thing sucks so hard. There are good points but not many. I know she's got to spread her wings but...SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFF. I miss her. :(

If only I could gather my little chicks and FORCE THEM TO LIVE WITH ME FOREVER!!!!

*koff* Kidding!!

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Hi,

you don't know me from a hole in the wall, but I just had to jump in since I know what you mean about all those things!

I have a WIP that I'm really trying to hold off posting until it's completed, because I *hate* when I read WIPs that never get finished. And I know I only really write on the weekends. I really want it finished.

And two, my nest is almost empty, due to odd circumstances including divorce and my job, i now only have the 13 yo and home and she is very, very busy. I do love hanging out with my kids. I built them, damnit, I made sure they could talk about all kinds of interesting things, and have great senses of humor, and know random movies quotes and song lyrics. I didn't put all this hard work in to have somebody else reap the rewards!

I don't know how old you are, but yeah, other peeps with grown kids can be boring. I live in Stepford Land (literally - an expat community full of ladies who lunch and then put out a newsletter about it and the day trips they take to shopping malls) So, I hear you.

as for the roaches, that sucks. I was an apartment manager in LA for 9 years. When you spray one apartment, they just go to the next and then come back. Everyone's given good advice. Vacuum a lot, get the egg cases. The love dampness, so check under sinks and around the pipes for drips. I didn't know about the salt! See, they are little insect demons.

Keep writing!

duh--*yes* I know you, stalker that I am! :D

WIPs are the devil. I always am sure I'm going to finish, I really want to, but then this odd inertia sets in and I end up telling myself the story without ever writing anything down. Finish that WIP!

I didn't put all this hard work in to have somebody else reap the rewards!

I know, right? It's so unfair because no one else gets how great my kids are. *sigh*

So, I'm like a bazillion years old and getting the senior discount without even having to ask for it which by the way that senior discount is in no way a consolation for getting old. What sucks worse is people get old and then they get boring. SO FUCKING BORING. It's all look at my grandkid, blah-blah-blah. Who cares!!

I didn't know about the salt! See, they are little insect demons.

My thoughts exactly!!

Yeah? how cool! I've never been stalked before. You're not boring, I'm not boring. And I'm older than the rocks dirt is made of. I feel like a pedophile talking to people on Tumblr. I like the check, make sure they are at least in their 20s! LJ is safe!

But I'm mad at you because your Lodi stories made me cry and sad and horny at the same time now I have to write something happy and be alone in my bunk. And I don't even like boys!

This show/fandom makes me all confused.

Oh gosh, thank you!! wow, thanks on being cool with me all reverse stalking you from AO3. *koff*

*grins* We are *all* confused in this fandom. Those Winchesters, what they do to us, the way they twist us up, tsk.