This Thing Of Ours

First, I'd like to thank nataliadarimini, whose lovely lovely gift came at a point where I was feeling crappy as hell and really sad but telling myself, "Hey, you're great, you're neat and gosh darn it I like you!" and then I got my cool gift and I really did feel better! *smile*

The next day, all my little friends at Targe-hell made a big fuss over me for no reason, and that made me feel really good!

I’d also like everyone to give mecurtin a round of applause and also chocolates for helping me out on this never ending supposed to be a short fic L&C Do Europe.

So, I'm feeling pretty good all in all. Hormones my dears play a major part in my tailspins--thank god they don't last very long. Look--I'm dancing even!

( cut for rambly thoughts )

eta:Oops! sorry about that!

*snorfle*

Guess what? Target carries a t-shirt with Bo Kent Duke on the front, all blonde and pouty. Goodness, that Bo was scarily pretty as a boy, hunh?

Free fic, anyone?

Sorry, sorry, that wasn't nice.

Well, I had a great time writing this part. Mind you, I’m not certain about it, I just had fun. Thank goodness, because I’ve been picking at it for what feels like forever. And I thought I was going to breeze through this bit. Hah! Silly old bear!

Anyhoo, the Previous Parts are here, sucking down Barcadi and coke and singing about your eyes. Ack! Ew…sorry, not your eyes!

( L&C part 19 )