ARRRGGGG!!!

I'm suspended in a huge bowl of emotional turmoil which is very much like jello, only not the tart-sweet numminess.

My brain helpfully decided to shut down when I asked, "Brain! Summer Story, or Stand By Me, or Alexei, or this new thing with Bruce and Lucas that's been nibbling at my surprisingly shapely though slightly thin ankles?"

I know! You're saying, "But Mizz Rose, aren't you built along the same lines of a comfortable club chair?" And I say, "fuck off little kid." It's true though, yer mother once upon a time had a killer set of gams attached to her roly-poly body. Not only that, she can suck th..oh, where was I? Right! Stories!

so, all these things are bouncing around in my head and won't move, like an intestinal blockage. I probably could have gone with log jam there, hunh? Plus, I think at long last I know how to write this story I started a year ago, and had to drop because it wasn't working-- so now I 'm thinking how about I throw in some angsty 'I love young Clark, but he's straight, thus I shall suffer nobly' fic? God, I love that kind of shit! Shut up! I don't care, I like it!

Also this Bruce and Lex and Clark and Lucas thing chewing on my now toothpick like shin? It's Movie Bruce. Tim Burton's Batman. Ah? Ah? Okaaaay. No big deal, just a lovely visual. Michael was so adorable back then. And he's still the perfect Batman now.

So. What do you think? Did you understand that at all? If you did can you explain it to me?