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10/18/13 07:57 pm
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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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10/19/13 04:18 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amyww.livejournal.com
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.

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10/19/13 05:31 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
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.