*goggle* WTF. I really *am* evol!!!

Boy howdy--you know how you're just kind of writing, sort of noodling along and the story is being so well behaved it's practically writing itself? I *know*!! How the eff often does that happen? So, I'm working on Bros and Heroes *snicker* (that just makes me laugh) and suddenly it took this turn from --hell, I don't know. It was a shock. But I like it. (in a squinched up ew-face kind of way.)

It's like I took the angst (folks say I write angsty stuff--go figure) and the ick (really? me?) and stirred it together. Yeah. 'Course, it was there all the time...anyhoo, YaY!

And after this, as Bob is my witless, no more junior Clex stories. Ever! So it is written...(picture me standing there like as Yul Brynner in the Ten Commandments only not as bald. Or built. And it goes without saying...*er-hem*

Now if only I could get from point a to point b in DPJ. Hrumph.

dear serafina20

I know yesterday was your birthday and I wanted to quote some of my favorite bits from COTW, (like when Morgan gives Sean money and tell him to go after Clark in the mens room, omg) and instead I got all caught up in reading and 4:00 in the morning rolled around and I had to go to bed so I didn't tell you last night I think you're incredible and wish you a very very happy birthday.
Yeah.
*hug*

swiped from droid

If there is someone on your friends list who makes your world a better
place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real
life or not)without the internet, then post this same sentence in your
journal.

So many many people who make my world better! Hugs to you all--aww, what the heck! *pulls out lipbalm--the smooth, not the waxy kind* C'mere you guys, big kisses for everyone!!

I'll Fly Away part 5

Title: I’ll Fly Away
Author: Roxy
Paring: Pete/Clark
Rating: ranges from PG to R
Historical Fic challenge for SV Historical


( They spent the rest of the night together; this time just laying in each other’s arms and Pete was astonished at what this boy was making him do. Just lying in bed, close and touching and not even screwing. He smiled into the dark and thought, I’ve lost my fucking mind completely—the South has sucked my brain dry, Lord help me. )