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My hookerClark fic turned all talky and introspective--I hate that shit. Plus, once again, Lex took over. What the fuck? And another little ficlet jumped into my head, also supposed to be PWP and is rapidly headed for a talkfest, but that one, I'm hacking away at until all I've got is the porn. Hmm? What's that? East of The Sun? I'm sorry, I can't heeeeear you.
What really makes me weep is my SpN fic. Ground to a halt it has.
tabaqui fixed the wandering viewpoint and it went a lot better than I thought it was going to, so I'm happy there, and thanks! I just want to finish it before the show leaves the airwaves.
In personal news, I'm having some kind of bizarre insomnia--I think I'm trying to become nocturnal, but what with the job and all, it's not working out all that well. This is the hours cutting season at work, holy shit. Retail is taking a nosedive--even Wal-Mart's not immune. They've cut our hours to dick lately. My paycheck is not a paycheck, it's a coaster. This would be a fantastic time for my real parents, the King and Queen of Everything, to come forward and claim me finally. I could really use the allowance.
What really makes me weep is my SpN fic. Ground to a halt it has.
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In personal news, I'm having some kind of bizarre insomnia--I think I'm trying to become nocturnal, but what with the job and all, it's not working out all that well. This is the hours cutting season at work, holy shit. Retail is taking a nosedive--even Wal-Mart's not immune. They've cut our hours to dick lately. My paycheck is not a paycheck, it's a coaster. This would be a fantastic time for my real parents, the King and Queen of Everything, to come forward and claim me finally. I could really use the allowance.
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Me too! Stop talking and make with the sexing boys!
Unless of course it's dirty talk. Is it? *hopes*
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Heey, we ARE long lost twins!! And no, they haven't claimed me either. *eyes coffeetable-less living room*
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Hee, Hooker!Clark! Jenny and I are writing a Hooker!Lex at the mo!
\o/
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*drapes self over chair and sighs*
Yes, please, i'd like an allowance, too!
*prods genealogy*
Where are you, super-rich and dead relatives!!
*weakly shakes fist*
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That's it... pull out the handcuffs and the whips and convince them they better get to it and stop talking. ;)
*quietly chants* EotS! EotS! EotS! EotS! *grins8
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yeah, my favorite waitress at the diner told me the other day that business is bad, and it was *always* busy. looks like even the fleets of cop cars aren't there every a.m. the economy is scary.
so this makes you the princess of everything?
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This would be a fantastic time for my real parents, the King and Queen of Everything, to come forward and claim me finally. I could really use the allowance.
Myself?I'm trying to find a way to convince Bill Gates I'm his daughter. When you hear about it some paternity suit on ET, you'll know who it is.
My hookerClark fic turned all talky and introspective--I hate that shit. Plus, once again, Lex took over. What the fuck? And another little ficlet jumped into my head, also supposed to be PWP and is rapidly headed for a talkfest, but that one, I'm hacking away at until all I've got is the porn. Hmm? What's that? East of The Sun? I'm sorry, I can't heeeeear you.
To your credit you make it seem so easy. I can't even take an idea out of my head and put it to the screen. You're the QUEEN!
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