what is the up, my comrades?

Ha! I got all bold and defriended folks (nobody who would care) because the uneven numbers of 'friend' and 'friend 'was reeeeelly starting to bother me--shut up! I know!--and now, I find I'm lurking at even more journals than before. You know, lurkerism is just my natural state. I guess I'm just a lurker kind of person. It's because I'm basically a shy person. So very shy. I don't get weird and inappropriate until you get to know me. :)

I'm off work and instead of cleaning or shopping or writing, I'm collecting SpN icons...geez. I have a million icons--millions, I tell you! And I'm getting this desire to do my overly-complicated icon arranging this again...man, I'm such a compulsive kind of person when it comes to organizing things. I make other folks cry with what I consider organizing. My filing system is kind of frightening. oh well. What doesn't make other people kill you only makes you stronger. *GRIN*

I wrote the intro to the JazzClex thing and it starts off with a sex scene. Maybe I need to rethink it. Also, parts that are percolating in my head are *sad*! I think it's going to be a sad story. Also, the crap load of stuff I collected to help me write the DustbowlClex is coming in handy! Good thing I saved all that, carefully organized into files labeled, DustyClex and DaddyBadTouch. See? It's good to save stuff.

Organizing. And lurking. That's my day . :)