WHO MADE THE VALENTINES?
2/23/06 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
who spent all that time an enormous amount of time making a bazillion icons? Did anyone come forth, did I miss the reveal like I always miss stuff? Who are you?
In less puzzling news. I've been playing with my SV Big Bang story. I love the beginning of a fic. It's that part where it loves you back, and you want it to be happy and it wants you to be happy and nothing makes the two of you happier than being together, growing, unfolding, revealing to each other all the tender places, opening up in ways you never have before..it's all magical and wonderful until...it starts showing up late, or promises to meet you and doesn't show at all. Those long long sessions that you had, lasting hours and hours and leaving you breathless and panting for more start dwindling to maybe a few minutes...days go by before it visits you again, and then, you realize--the bastard's cheating on you!!! Son-of-a-bitch!!! You gave it the best weeks of your life, you re-arranged your brain for the ungrateful pile of dog puke and--and--this is the thanks you get??!!?? Whhhyyyy. I oughta--oops. heh. goodness.
Sorry.
What are you looking at? G'wan, beat it, move along, nothing to see here...
In less puzzling news. I've been playing with my SV Big Bang story. I love the beginning of a fic. It's that part where it loves you back, and you want it to be happy and it wants you to be happy and nothing makes the two of you happier than being together, growing, unfolding, revealing to each other all the tender places, opening up in ways you never have before..it's all magical and wonderful until...it starts showing up late, or promises to meet you and doesn't show at all. Those long long sessions that you had, lasting hours and hours and leaving you breathless and panting for more start dwindling to maybe a few minutes...days go by before it visits you again, and then, you realize--the bastard's cheating on you!!! Son-of-a-bitch!!! You gave it the best weeks of your life, you re-arranged your brain for the ungrateful pile of dog puke and--and--this is the thanks you get??!!?? Whhhyyyy. I oughta--oops. heh. goodness.
Sorry.
What are you looking at? G'wan, beat it, move along, nothing to see here...
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2/23/06 11:59 pm (UTC)