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lady_t_220Ow... my lower half has seized up. I actually wrote stuff y'know... (don't all go into shock at once.)
Yes indeed, 2 and a half pages of UST over a board game. I've lost much feeling in my legs and my rear is aching from sitting here for the length of time it actually took to write that much and yet still not actually manage to get anywere cause someone has to WIN the game before they can get to the screwing like lemurs part....
First draft still, naturally. *yawns* And now I have lost any energy I may have had earlier. I wonder if we have any cola kicking around still. I've been trying not to drink so much of it but if I fall asleep now I'll be awake at 6 or something equally as stupid.
*goes downstairs... comes back with pilfered glass of John's manky sugar-free Pepsi.*
It's an affront to colas, y'know. Not because it's Pepsi (cause I quite like Pepsi, actually) but because it's bloody well sugar free. It's like sucking a Neutrasweet capsule. *blech*
You know how some people can only ever seem to smell the bases used in perfume, not the scents...? And how some people can tell if their steak knife has been used to cut garlic? I'm like that with sweeteners. It's all I can taste, which is why I'm one of the apparently few people on this planet who does not believe in diet drinks.
My eyes ache... I should get off this computer. I also have Bowling for Soup's "Surf Colorado" stuck in my head, which is really starting to get annoying.
Doesn't help that about a week ago I reset my scrolling marquee screensaver to read "There's no surf in Colorado anyway-ay-ay", but there you go, these things happen.
Wonder if I can get any more writing done of if that's it for this week? Cause lord knows I've done bugger all else recently.
Wolvermuse: Two and a half pages of UST and that's your lot, mate. Union rules.
LT: *shakes fists* Damn unionised muses! I'll sack the lot of you and hire in a bunch of illegal immigrants who work for cash and are willing to do 16 hour shifts...!
Illegal-mmigrant!Fakewolvermuse: Aye naaaaow speeeake Engleeeish...
LT: Fuck.
Yes indeed, 2 and a half pages of UST over a board game. I've lost much feeling in my legs and my rear is aching from sitting here for the length of time it actually took to write that much and yet still not actually manage to get anywere cause someone has to WIN the game before they can get to the screwing like lemurs part....
First draft still, naturally. *yawns* And now I have lost any energy I may have had earlier. I wonder if we have any cola kicking around still. I've been trying not to drink so much of it but if I fall asleep now I'll be awake at 6 or something equally as stupid.
*goes downstairs... comes back with pilfered glass of John's manky sugar-free Pepsi.*
It's an affront to colas, y'know. Not because it's Pepsi (cause I quite like Pepsi, actually) but because it's bloody well sugar free. It's like sucking a Neutrasweet capsule. *blech*
You know how some people can only ever seem to smell the bases used in perfume, not the scents...? And how some people can tell if their steak knife has been used to cut garlic? I'm like that with sweeteners. It's all I can taste, which is why I'm one of the apparently few people on this planet who does not believe in diet drinks.
My eyes ache... I should get off this computer. I also have Bowling for Soup's "Surf Colorado" stuck in my head, which is really starting to get annoying.
Doesn't help that about a week ago I reset my scrolling marquee screensaver to read "There's no surf in Colorado anyway-ay-ay", but there you go, these things happen.
Wonder if I can get any more writing done of if that's it for this week? Cause lord knows I've done bugger all else recently.
Wolvermuse: Two and a half pages of UST and that's your lot, mate. Union rules.
LT: *shakes fists* Damn unionised muses! I'll sack the lot of you and hire in a bunch of illegal immigrants who work for cash and are willing to do 16 hour shifts...!
Illegal-mmigrant!Fakewolvermuse: Aye naaaaow speeeake Engleeeish...
LT: Fuck.
