Rambling Rose
Haaaaa!!! *snorf* I just crack myself up--Ramblin' Rose--get it? It's a song title from--shut up.
So *pats eyes and gasps* wazdaup, everybody? How you doin'? which accordng to some language site I happened to land on is a South Jersey thing...you know what? I've NEVER heard anyone say "how you doin" until that Friends show and wasn't that New York? I don't know.
I just woke up. Erf. I spent a whole night with Lionel and Whitney. I had nightmares all morning. So strange because this stuff hardly ever follows me, you know? You just type it and walk away, whistling, msake a PB&J samich while you think about the next little bit of weirdness to type. Ewww. *shiver*
Also I had this weird dream in which I think a character of mine was angry at me--I woke up with this guy in my head, thinking "I have to fix that". Maybe I'm feeling guilty about not finishing that thing. Maybe I'm going slowly insane, and what worries me about that is, it would take so long before anyone realized I was crazy....heee.
So, this current fic goes fairly well.I think we're definitely in the home stretch, all the little boys are set up like the bowling pins and soon the big ball is rolling at them-- don't know about that three-way though, sorry. every time I put them together, they just lay there, staring at the ceiling. It's depressing, yo. I hate to lose my (self-appointed) title of The Mother Theresa of Porn.
Well, time to go beat Lionel some more.
So *pats eyes and gasps* wazdaup, everybody? How you doin'? which accordng to some language site I happened to land on is a South Jersey thing...you know what? I've NEVER heard anyone say "how you doin" until that Friends show and wasn't that New York? I don't know.
I just woke up. Erf. I spent a whole night with Lionel and Whitney. I had nightmares all morning. So strange because this stuff hardly ever follows me, you know? You just type it and walk away, whistling, msake a PB&J samich while you think about the next little bit of weirdness to type. Ewww. *shiver*
Also I had this weird dream in which I think a character of mine was angry at me--I woke up with this guy in my head, thinking "I have to fix that". Maybe I'm feeling guilty about not finishing that thing. Maybe I'm going slowly insane, and what worries me about that is, it would take so long before anyone realized I was crazy....heee.
So, this current fic goes fairly well.I think we're definitely in the home stretch, all the little boys are set up like the bowling pins and soon the big ball is rolling at them-- don't know about that three-way though, sorry. every time I put them together, they just lay there, staring at the ceiling. It's depressing, yo. I hate to lose my (self-appointed) title of The Mother Theresa of Porn.
Well, time to go beat Lionel some more.
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*snerk*
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...if there never is a threesome, I'll be just fine with that!!
But um...whatever you write rocks, so carry on!!
:D
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Hee-hee!!
Happens to me ALWAYS!! *rolls eyes and glares at LEX*
*sighs*
Still love them, though!!
*mwah!!*
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You're right, we need something new....what about "How can I do you?"
*SLAP*
Well, it was worth a shot...
:-D
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Hey! *I* like it!! I'll try it out at work-- let you know how it works out..and if I still have a job....
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I think it was probably Clark, fussing at you for leaving it up to *Whitney* to solve Lex's problem. I'm surprised he didn't smack you upside your dream head. "WHITNEY?!?!" Clark exclaimed. "CapnZebbie is right. His plans SUCK!!!"
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*snerk*
Aha!
The true story of how you pass your time emerges!!
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