OMG! WTFF

Went to try and apply for Medicaid for my dad, again--there was some new shit I didn't know I was supposed to have--again. Told the woman that I needed a minute or two to scream my brains out. She seemed understanding. Tell me why every time I have everything squared away the way I think I'm supposed to, something new drops out? I was seriously about to slap a bitch out of sheer frustration. Thank god, I was wearing my matron costume and that helped me to hold onto sanity. And to be fair, the woman was just doing her job. Oh well. Trying again.

Shit. This be all killing my barely functioning porn'o'meter. Swear to god, if I don't get someone to come soon....

Kind of a weird assortment of whines, there, hunh? *g*

So...

do you think people make little fake sockpuppet LJs and go request their own fic on, for example, SV Inquiry or something? Because wouldn't that be terribly, terribly wrong? It would be, right? See, I knew you'd agree with me. Thank goodness I'm above such base behavior myself. Why just the other day, I said to myself, FAkeLJ--I mean Roxy, how low can people stoop? I mean--really! No really, how low a stoop would that be?

Kidding!!! I'm a kidder!

Say, what's that shiny thing up there in the--

SpN: Our Winter

Title: Our Winter
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17?
Word Count: 2317
Summary: an afternoon with the boys. Mostly shmoop, the wee-est smidge of angst and a smattering of porn, sadly, rather tame.

locknkey mentioned she'd like a story for her birthday. Well, not really but I'm forcing this on her anyway. :)

( Snow dotted the window pane )

YAY!!

I FINISHED SOMETHING!!!