I'm going shopping today
Because my newest bit of Fire Bird just wants to be a laundry list of kinks, so I have to set those boys to the side until they behave. Also, I'm having massive problems with a strange plot bunny that *will not let me be!*
I've told this damn thing over and over "I can't write you" and still it persists--it's the one that I mention from time to time, a RDPS with the Beatles.
See-- I have this thing where I panic a lot, mostly about driving in the snow, having a heart attack and writing. I'm pretty good with everything else, but I can have a panic attack about driving in the snow in July. Hey. You knew when you came in here...
Any way, I want to write this thing so bad, but I have absolutely *no* idea how to do it. I've yakked about that before too. It's not like writing about England in the middle ages, there's no one around who remembers that (unless The Immortals are into slash?)And really, not too many of you out there remember the 60's (heh)--still,I don't want it to come off as silly or really WTF. Ah well-- jesus! whine , whine, whine!
In other news, the children are all home! Happy Mommy! YAAAAY!
Quiet sex. Boooo!
Let's make cookies!
I've told this damn thing over and over "I can't write you" and still it persists--it's the one that I mention from time to time, a RDPS with the Beatles.
See-- I have this thing where I panic a lot, mostly about driving in the snow, having a heart attack and writing. I'm pretty good with everything else, but I can have a panic attack about driving in the snow in July. Hey. You knew when you came in here...
Any way, I want to write this thing so bad, but I have absolutely *no* idea how to do it. I've yakked about that before too. It's not like writing about England in the middle ages, there's no one around who remembers that (unless The Immortals are into slash?)And really, not too many of you out there remember the 60's (heh)--still,I don't want it to come off as silly or really WTF. Ah well-- jesus! whine , whine, whine!
In other news, the children are all home! Happy Mommy! YAAAAY!
Quiet sex. Boooo!
Let's make cookies!
Boo!
Yay for home for break! Yay for Firebird and the beatles! Yay for cookies!
*hugs*
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Sweet Jesus woman ! what the hell is wrong with you?!
omigod . slashing the Beatles. Don't know why i never thought of that. yes i do, i was really an innocent catholic girl then. i didn't know what homosexuals were. i don't remember even hearing the word. you want to hear something funny? I loved the Kink's song Lola, 'cause I thought it really was about a woman who "walked like a woman but talked like a man".
And my deepest, darkest secret...I don't even have my drivers licence. I get scared thinking about driving , period! it makes things inconvenient sometinmes!
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Quiet sex. Boooo!
Hee. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it for a while. But let me just say that quiet sex is infinitely better than the no sex I get when I go home for the holidays. Love you.
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