A Year in Roseland 2010
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roxyThe Year End Meme, in which we post the first line of the first post of every month, or something like that.
January: I worked today, got home late and had to set up for a New Years Eve gathering we hosted tonight so I had no minutes to spare to check in here. Hopefully I'll catch up with you guys tomorrow.
February: Singer sprang up from his desk, bringing the flat of his hand down on the surface, hard—Sam jumped at the gunshot loud noise.
March: I think out of all the SV I've written, Out Of A Foreign Land is my favorite.
April: So sorry, ladies, for missing your birthdays. :(
May: Dean blinked. Well…that had sounded like a little more than just offering Sam a place to sleep…an echo of his words ran through him, forced a shiver out of him…he snorted, shook off the odd feeling and fixed a grin on his face.
June: If I wasn't so lazy, I'd be writing.
July: Dear My Friends, did I tell you how freaked out I was about turning 58 this year?
August: Sam stared at Dean like he'd offered him a hand, or some vital organ…he turned his face way and snorted like he thought Dean was a fool but what Dean could see of the boy was a bright red and the dog was staring at him, and wagging his tail like Sam had done something clever.
September: I have invite codes to DreamWidth, if anyone is interested. :) (still do—shout me a holler if you want!)
October: So Sam. Whatup? Make it good, because I feel like stabbing you in the head. Love, roxy.
November: How are you this morning/afternoon? I am watching the TNT, and Supernatural. Poor, poor, poor Sammy. He was so young and so innocent.
December: Thank you, kind and thoughtful peoples! I'm feeling a little better though for some reason still so tired that it hurts.
January: I worked today, got home late and had to set up for a New Years Eve gathering we hosted tonight so I had no minutes to spare to check in here. Hopefully I'll catch up with you guys tomorrow.
February: Singer sprang up from his desk, bringing the flat of his hand down on the surface, hard—Sam jumped at the gunshot loud noise.
March: I think out of all the SV I've written, Out Of A Foreign Land is my favorite.
April: So sorry, ladies, for missing your birthdays. :(
May: Dean blinked. Well…that had sounded like a little more than just offering Sam a place to sleep…an echo of his words ran through him, forced a shiver out of him…he snorted, shook off the odd feeling and fixed a grin on his face.
June: If I wasn't so lazy, I'd be writing.
July: Dear My Friends, did I tell you how freaked out I was about turning 58 this year?
August: Sam stared at Dean like he'd offered him a hand, or some vital organ…he turned his face way and snorted like he thought Dean was a fool but what Dean could see of the boy was a bright red and the dog was staring at him, and wagging his tail like Sam had done something clever.
September: I have invite codes to DreamWidth, if anyone is interested. :) (still do—shout me a holler if you want!)
October: So Sam. Whatup? Make it good, because I feel like stabbing you in the head. Love, roxy.
November: How are you this morning/afternoon? I am watching the TNT, and Supernatural. Poor, poor, poor Sammy. He was so young and so innocent.
December: Thank you, kind and thoughtful peoples! I'm feeling a little better though for some reason still so tired that it hurts.
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12/31/10 03:19 am (UTC)I love Sammy like breathing but sometimes...grrrr!
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