whats the up, mizz rose?

Ask me why I read non-con when I *know* it makes me all tense and miserable and pissed off and depressed?

Also, why can't I ever just write a short story? I always go on way past the point anyone cares. I'm so long winded. In RL too, it's awful. I can take a short story and spin it into an epic snooze-fest. I wonder sometimes that folks don't take off running when they see me. I put it down to my looks. I'm like those stick insects, the ones that hide out by looking like twigs? Not that I hang out in trees, trying to look like a branch. For one, there's this matter of circumference. No, it's that I have this outward appearance of a kindly old granny. Folks are befoozled by the chubby cheeks and the white hair and the little glasses sitting on the end of my nose--kind of the Black version of Mrs. Claus--and thus, they fall into my trap. And have to listen to me go one and on and on...kind of like what I just did right here. About pretty much what I yammer on about here. I just leave out the buttsex--pretty much.

Aaaaaand as usual I lost the thread of what I wanted to share with you. Ack! Right! What I wanted to say was Impossible Things (self-pimp, heck yeah!) just gets longer and longer and now, it's trying to cross-over with Buffy. *shakes head* Anyone up for a little red-headed werewolf? Yeah, I know! I turn around and there's Oz lurking in the shadows. Geez, I'm shameless. Hah! I acutally kind of like that about myself. ;) I've had Clark weasle his way into an SpN fic, and Whitney, and now Oz. *does the dance of No Effing Shame*

roxyland. One never knows, do one? And to you new folk, it's like this all the time. Welcome aboard! :)

omg, *love* select tags!!!