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it's like this...
Tail Gunner's all finished and no, I'm not done with them yet.
Transferrence is a bitch and going off all in it's own direction, so I'm just going with it and sorting it out later. Besides, it's more fun like that.
On The Tour is behaving very well, but the middle bit I wrote first has to be rewritten to fit into the new tone of the beginning, which is newer than the middle...oy. Really, it makes sense.
And that's that! I was away all day yesterday, acting normal. It was one of those days wherein my beloved forced me to socialize. You know how much I hate that. Anyhoo, we hung out with another couple all day. AAAAAAAALL day. They were nice. It was nice. Today, he wanted me to go to a jazz festival with him. There are many things wrong with that. Number one, I do no listen to Jazz. Jazz is fine, right up until maybe the early 1960s. After that, it becomes The Music Of Yawn. Number two, blankets. Sitting on blankets in the blazing sun. In words that make my daughter flinch and whine, "stop it, Muh"--Hell to the no.
I'm writing porn. Dean's getting some today. So is Clark. And the air will be full of OCs taking one for the team, huzzah!
Transferrence is a bitch and going off all in it's own direction, so I'm just going with it and sorting it out later. Besides, it's more fun like that.
On The Tour is behaving very well, but the middle bit I wrote first has to be rewritten to fit into the new tone of the beginning, which is newer than the middle...oy. Really, it makes sense.
And that's that! I was away all day yesterday, acting normal. It was one of those days wherein my beloved forced me to socialize. You know how much I hate that. Anyhoo, we hung out with another couple all day. AAAAAAAALL day. They were nice. It was nice. Today, he wanted me to go to a jazz festival with him. There are many things wrong with that. Number one, I do no listen to Jazz. Jazz is fine, right up until maybe the early 1960s. After that, it becomes The Music Of Yawn. Number two, blankets. Sitting on blankets in the blazing sun. In words that make my daughter flinch and whine, "stop it, Muh"--Hell to the no.
I'm writing porn. Dean's getting some today. So is Clark. And the air will be full of OCs taking one for the team, huzzah!
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*sigh* I need a doofus icon. *g*