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omg, I'm just completely fucking exhausted. Did you know that when you're my age, it makes you really tired to move furniture and stuff? Even little stuff like books and dishes and bathroom stuff. 'Cause I let those guys do the heavy lifting. We only had one other person help, and that was the incredibly handsome young man who is a friend of BG's. My stars, sooo gorgeous. She insists he's gay, but I didn't think so. Mind you, I have no gaydar and it perplexes me as I seem to be the only one in the whole country without it. I have to admit, he did give her one of the oddest hugs I've ever seen any man give a woman when he left us. She was kind of sweaty, though....

She's moved to Trenton, and when she tells people this, they all get the same look of abject horror, as if she was moving to Camden (this is only funny if you're from NJ). She was complaining that folks were asking if she was crazy, moving into the hood. The young man said, "Tchah! You're not moving into the hood--the hood's four blocks from here."

Well. That's a relief.

Anyway, I'm hurting and alone. It's so sad. I feel like I lost something. On one hand, I'm sososo sad she's moved out, on the other hand, I'm afraid she's going to move back home after the year, and we'll have to do it again...that was my parting advice to her. Head's up, be careful, and don't move back home.

My niece is moving this month too, from one apartment to another. That's going to be even rougher, in terms of working our asses off. I'm praying she's going to get a friend to help us move--I'm hoping like hell it's not some place on the fifth floor up narrow stairs...pray with me people!

In fannish news...*G* Clark is being remarkably cooperative. That's a blessing. You know, I meant this East of story to be it. That's kind of why I was/am writing those endings to other fic. I started this story with the idea in mind that I was done but...maybe not so much. ;)

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Oh, bay-bee.
*hugs you hard*

I can't imagine the Monstrous moving out. I just...
*clutches her*
*clings to you*
Waaaaaaaaah!!
*hugs more*

*hugs* for missing the baby.

*frowns* for thinking you're done - all you have to do is ask me and I'll try to inspire you. :-P Or you could write McShep. *giggle*

at this age, everything makes me tired! i salute you for working so hard today.

when i go to move out of this big house, i think i'll hire a football team.

you thought you were done with the clex, do you mean?

I can't imagine not writing, maybe someday I won't write Clex anymore, but to stop altogether?

*gasp*

the horror!

*HUGS*

Maybe you'll find inspiration somewhere....

And I'm sorry you got so worn out by helping her move out. Lately, it seems like sitting up and writing lately wears me out, forget moving stuff or doing cleaning or gardening, so I'm not sure I'm in any better shape...

It'll get better, I'm sure.

I'm thinking safe thoughts for her in Trenton, but it is better than Camden (Okay, I was born in Jersey although I haven't lived there since I was a baby, so I knew what you meant...)

*HUGS*

I'm about to post a very dark song-fic Clex, or maybe by tomorrow, if that'll help you perk up your Clexian muses...

I'm also almost done with a PWP Superman/Batman too...

Clark chained naked to the floor figures prominently to that plot (if you can call it a plot, that is) when Bruce comes to the rescue, so maybe if you can't write your own stuff, I hope you still will read mine.

*HUGS*

I'd miss you awfully if you stopped hanging around LJ.

Edited 2008-06-30 00:13 (UTC)

See... that's part of the reason my mom keeps me locked in my room and won't let me move out. Ok... so, I just kinda refuse to go and my mom won't let me anyways. Besides... why move out and have all those other expenses when I can stay at home. hehehe

I started this story with the idea in mind that I was done

*eyes pop out of head* WHAAAATTT!?!?!?!? But... you can't quit!!! I'll throw a huge horrible temper tantrum to rival any 2 year old if you ever try! *snugglesHuggles*

Bahahah

something about you not having any gay-dar cracks me up to no end.

Oh so much sympathy on the moving thing. I hate moving with a passion. It's always miserable. >.> Good luck on her not coming home again. I managed it but my brother didn't.

Lots of prayers on the next round of moving too. *bows head*

Stop...writing? *wibbles at you* You can't stop writing the boys! To heck with the series--write what you want and make your own continuity! After all, that's exactly what the writers of the show are doing. *mutters darkly and glares at them* You can't stop writing Clex. *Makes spectacular puppy eyes at you*

I don't have the stamina to move stuff either. Next time, don't move anything, just provide the beer for later, when they're finished.

Hah! I remember my late mother meeting one of my gay gay gay friends in college. He was a male model, too. Seriously. When my mother met him, her eyes lit up with such happiness. I had to whisper in her ear later, "He's gay, Mother," and she covered her ears with her hands and said, "No, no, no." When, I told him later, he had a laughing fit. He was so nice, and charming, helpful, loyal, and kind. He was nearly perfect. Now, think, how many 19 year old men or men in their early twenties are like that in college? Especially really gorgeous ones?

I have such gaydar, I knew many of my gay friends in college were gay before they did. It's a blessing and a curse.

*hugs you big time*

Head's up, be careful, and don't move back home. LOL; that's one good and honest advice. :-)

Hope you can relax and will feel better soon. Moving is so stressfull. But I'm sure she'll manage fine. Afterall, she has you to ask for advice if things get tough.