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So, I understand that tonight's episode of SV was less then stellar--and I share the feeling: What friendship? I've actually began to think Rift? so what? What the fuck, is Clark gonna send Lex an e-mail? Sorry, hate you, and Lex e-mails back, Hate you too, toodles? Is it their plan to make us not give a damn? If so--working!

Any way, here is another installment of my little offering. The Philco's a-humming and we've got popcorn balls and after, we'll play strip Monopoly!


( Where the heck's the porn!!??! )

Why I do that?

So, I'm driving home from Targe-hell tonight--where gay America shops, thank you-and I'm thinking about my new Thing, and in particular Daddy Preacher and suddenly realize-- fuck! I've written it entirely wrong! craaaaaaaaap. This means re-writing huuuge parts of this sucker-- but it's all good. Now, it makes more sense (or will) to me. He was telling me something for the last two days now I know what it is. Oh, he's still evil--I like an evil fucked up Lionel-- except in Exiled (that other thing I wrote) Wasn't he really nice and loving in that one? *nods* He was. Yes, really. Just thought I'd tell someone who cares, because Mr.Roxy's eyes just kind of glaze over and he won't let me tell him about the ass-sex anyway....

Stand By Me 8

Stil my memories refuse to reveal themselves! WTF? Grrrrrr.

I have another heaping helping of fresh baked fic, just for you! Mmmmm! And for desert--WHAT! Still no porn!! Grrrrrrr even more. No memories, no ass-sex...what is this world coming to. I'm gonna have to fix that. We'll just have to make do with inappropriate touching instead.


( on to the story! )