No idea why THIS one needed to be written, but it did. Maybe I needed a break from Torrin!fluff, lol...

Title: Wasn't What it Was
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: Hard R
Warning(s): heavy angst, hurt!/comfort?, non-con (heavily implied, non-graphic)
Synopsis: It's not what he thinks--what either ONE of them thinks.

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MOAR Torrin!stuff. I'm sorry! When the muse hits a certain way, I gotta hit back!

Title: Just Like You: LBOC
Pairing: C/Z, Torrin/?
Rating: Very-light R
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Society gets it wrong, as usual.

( All the single ladies, all the single ladies...Collapse )

moity-hoity-toity's still dealing with the blahs. And I'm STILL all future!fic!fluffy, so more Torrin!verse it is.

Title: Just Like You: Stay Happy
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: Light R for SWEARING (omfg, it's the end-times!!)
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: No one but the parents are allowed to make Torrin's voice sound like that. No one.

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Oh look! Another place where I can gush about last night! :D

That very last night happened to be the Doug Stanhope birthday present Pan got me. I turned into Delilah when it came to getting dolled-up, 'specially with the makeup just in case Doug's gf Bingo was open-minded enough to say, "Aw heck, why not?" and let me and him run away together.



That's my new favorite dress. I know you can't necessarily SEE it here, but new fave it is. It's covered in birds. :D I'd seen in in JC Penney after I didn't find anything REMOTELY appealing at Lane Bryant when it came to purdy dressy shit. It was chance-y when I picked it up, not sure how it'd look, tried it on, BAM, mine, no one else's. Do. Not. Touch. :) It's def gonna be a dress-summer for me, especially with my work schedule changed to let me have most of the season off for Gavs. Enough of this off-topicness! ( Onward!Collapse )

So. Yea. I'd say it was a good night.

Letting y'all know--if you're getting weird messages from my email, geekouting, do not open. My account was hacked, and I'm on stupid yahoo support's hold-line as I type.

Sigh.

I know I've been MIA again, but...

~*Happy Birthday, itstonedme!*~

I hope you've been having a fun and fantastic day, love. Enjoy your cake and drink and live it up!

*hug*!

This here's a quick and pretty pressie for addie71... happy 25th Anniversary, baby!!

Title: Picture Present
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey had to come up with SOME-thing.

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Pan took Gavs out to the park, due in part to my wanting good, solid writing-time for this here idea I had on my way home from work. It was much appreciated.

Title: Track #4
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Song!fic, slight AU, considering time frames of Faculty-time and the music's non-existenceness during that period. Suspension of disbelief, if you please.
Author's Note: I've involved Ke$ha in fic before (Freke!fic, to be exact), but mostly to poke fun. I refuse to poke fun at her anymore. Why? Cos' she's a dirty, rotten party-girl and KNOWS it. She's more honest than the best singers/bands out there. Yea, I said it. Yea, I spent $2 on her album 'Cannibal' at the flea-market-shop at my work all for the one fucking song that convinced me to LIKE this chick. Yea, I blasted it on repeat while taking a nice, long drive on the back-roads after work. Yea, I turned it up even more to share it with some bikers I passed. Yea, I threw off my bandana and rocked out like a drunk-on-life eighteen-year old. Cos' when this song comes on, I am a drunk-on-life eighteen year old instead of someone who worked three super-early opening shifts in a row and would've died from the HATE I had for it were it not for Carrie and her natural generosity. When this song comes on? I'm young and I'm bored AND I get really good bunnies, to me, at least.

I'd talked this one over with the moitster. But it took a much, much different tone.

Title: Hey, Beautiful
Pairing: C/Z (implied)
Rating: Light R for language
Warning(s): religious issues, ambiguous!ending (Sad?/Awesome?/Mix of both?)
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: Casey confesses, and promises.

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I just posted this to addie71's moost recent update on Mary:

http://maobits.tributes.com/show/Mary-E.-Schweitzer-95633393

I'd tried looking through obits in Westborough where she'd lived, then checked her OLD town of Burlington. That clinched it.

Still looking for more, possibly through the Boston papers/sites with info. She was close enough to the city.

I'll be posting a picture of her there, if I can. Love you guys. *hugs*

Edit: I started an obituary account with her, which allowed a picture and other features. I think all one has to do to leave a candle/message is to go to the link and click the options.

Edit #2: This is NOT an official obit-site, like through a paper or anything. It's basically what one could consider a tribute page through ancestry.com.

My fave pic of our lovely Mary, from our mini-moot in Salem, May 2009.

I've had many lovely moots with many lovely moot-ERS, but Mary holds the 'First Fandom Mini-Moot' for me. It seems New England doesn't catch much when it comes to film rarities, unless you're in Boston or New York. So when 'Day Zero' had come out in '07, I figured, "Well, never gonna see it," and allowed spoilers. ( Then I got an LJ PM.Collapse )

These are my long, slightly-rambling memories of our lovely, forever-young frolijah_fan_54. I can only hope that I can be the friend you were to me, where I don't stop giving and loving and caring for people in my life. If you could drop by for a few last minutes with us, read what we're writing about you, you'd probably laugh and downplay what you did for us all. But it's only the truth, honey. I'm gonna miss you so much.

Oh Christ... bombings at the Boston Marathon. Sick, sick, sick. Having a good time? Fuck that, someone's gonna kill you instead.

I'm already putting on the armor when it comes to irrational, blind agenda-weaseling-ins and assumptions. Political crap. Y'know, everything except actually caring and empathizing with the victims and their families.

I entered my Green Chile Shells and Cheese recipe into the Big Y supermarket contest. Wutwut??

http://www.bigy.com/Recipes/5449#.UWwxWMrYJBs

Prize is $100 gift card to duh, Big Y. And Imma win this shit like you won't believe. The other recipes listed here in the 'new recipes' section don't even follow the rules. You gotta include Big Y products, a requirement, and if they DO it's something lame like 'Big Y flour'. C'mon. If I'm not prized-up and sent home with free foodz, there'll be a class action lawsuit up in this bitch.

I really don't know where I am re: life right now. It's not a crisis or BAD STUFF, just a bumpy road I've been stuck on for a few months now. It feels like I can't be "around" people for fear of getting irritated too quickly. It's getting harder and harder to hide my annoyances, usually with difficult customers or strangers. Sometimes, however, I've had to grit my teeth around those I really love though, which bothers me. I just have absolutely no tolerance when it comes to differences of opinion or how some shit's been reeeeally hurtful lately but I can't express it without hurting someone right back. It turns to bitter, passive-aggressiveness, and I hate the feeling of it. Half the time when I'm smiling, I feel fake; I get angrier and angrier even at the slightest of offenses, or INNOCENT mishaps; I feel like an arrogant, bitchy old man when I DO spout-off when I feel safe enough to. It's not that I'm wrong or that my annoyance-level/anger isn't justified, but I've been putting too much weight into shit that maybe I should just let-the-hell-GO of.

Unfortunately, that includes fandom. I've gotten dead-sick of it lately. It feels like I've been writingandwritingandwriting with not much to show for it. I've been trying really hard to think of fun ideas, plot-bunnies, etc., and even when I hit one dead-on, it feels empty. I'll make a post in LJ, general day-to-day personal-life crap and I think, "Oh, who cares?" after I put the entry up. I've been feeling sad about fandom, and don't like it. I want fandom to feel FUN, and it just isn't right now. I've been crying over it, ffs. I'm down-and-out, soooo close to saying "fuck this" and never writing another C/Z again. It's not all because of the original-writing project I've struck up (my most viable, staying-alive one I've had in years upon years), but mood, shift in perspective and where I want my writing to go. RL plays a part, too. I don't know if I'll be working after May, with how Gavs has been and what he needs.

When the school season started and gave me time to write, I didn't use it. I didn't WANT to write. Everything I've written since August? Besides a few bright moments, I've really not cared much for any work I've done. Seriously. Confession? I didn't end up enjoying the C/Z Valentine's event at all. Any other holiday fic-challenges/days, the same--didn't really care. It had nothing to do with the fics or writers, or me, just there's been no 'spark' lately. I feel like I'm looking around a messy but otherwise empty room, not knowing how to put shit back together. So I've metaphorically gone in, sighed and walked back out, over and over again.

Seasonal depression? Maybe. Depression in general? I gotta call my psych for a friggin' appt., so that's a maybe, too. A blahness that'll pass and I'll be wondering why I felt this low when I'm finishing every single WIP and more within a month's time? Maybe, maybe, maybe. Either way, this feels very different, and I'd rather make a post as "myself" and--yet again--apologize if I'm not around, or not participating in stuff. Believe me, you don't want me around when I'm like this, anyway. I'm just hitting a very low-point.

Some people are in the same spot, or are busy; factors that make fandoms very, very quiet. I guess I'm entering that kind of phase right now. I really HAVE been here for a while now, just not ready to admit it, I suppose.

Comments disabled, simply because I don't wanna focus on LJ for a while. Still love you guys, of course, but I'm taking off for a bit. I don't want drama, but I don't want people to think I'm ignoring them, either. So... yea. :P

X-posted to my facebook...

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Just my take on it. The fact that a legal, so-far-publicly-allowed "activity" is frowned-upon so badly that people think they have the right to step to you so arrogantly with such blatant entitlement burns me up, bad. Don't like it, think it's wrong? Ask politely for it to be ceased then run to your local legislator and see what you can do about it. Smoking exists. It's unhealthy, it's smelly but it's here, it's BEEN here. Deal. With. It.

The birthday was purdy good. I got drunk on violet-fizzes and pistachio cake Sunday for my fam-birthday-Easter party, enjoyed being around that family (including an uncle I rarely see), watching my DAD get completely tanked... then did nothing on Monday. ALSO good. And obvz wasn't arrested the other night in the park, where my sister brought a cake that we could barely cut through given its size. For three people. Lol. Our friend Roman came, but he didn't stay long; my sis brought it out the second he was gone. ??? We ate it in the dark, and there's still some left...

And thanks to pneu_monie, itstonedme (always love the pic-stories lol), frolijah_fan_54, lovethosehobbit, baranduin, melanieathene, moit (for greetings, Josh!squee AND the call! :D) shirebound, claudia603, romeny, naemi, i_o_r_h_a_e_l, addie71, nimue_8, frodosweetstuff, casey28, primula_baggins, mews1945, layne67 (the Josh-links, omg), prisca1960, gabi_fics, kittyfosterami (who made some gorgeous icons for me, to boot :D), verangel, hekateriness, lireeli, babydracky, laeliacatt (who gave early greetings, as well :)), aliensouldream, nachtschade, lijahlover, gloryunderhill for all the greetings here, in email and on facebook. Hope I'm not missing anyone... (Edit: I DID! I sorry, ink_gypsy! I give you extra squishies for being a dork!! *extra squishies*!)

SON of edit: Omfg, bagma! :(! I sorry!! Wtf is wrong wiff me?!

My fave had to be from panmodal's post, however. It was my birthday, and that's why Doug Stanhope drinks. LOL. Love you. :)

I figured, "Eh, I'm gonna ask some friends on facebook if they wanna head to the Municipal Spray Park on Friday night to hang out and have a little fun for my birthday." I did that a few days ago.

Then I started talking to my sister. It's now ballooned to an 'Event', titled Basketball-Wine-Box-Thug-Easter-Egg-Dyeing Party.

Bail on whatever the heck you planned for on this Friday and come to the Municipal Park to watch people who can't play basketball try and play basketball. The weather: chance of rain, 50 F/30 F. Bring a thick warm hoodie that'll make the police come by, wondering why the hell an almost-37 year old is celebrating her birthday with a group predominately made up of late 20's/30-somethings/perhaps a couple 40+s at a park. Whoever brings a basketball gets a juice wine box from my sister.

Anyone here's invited, if they wanna make the drive/have an extra grand kicking around to take a flight in/doesn't mind the possibility of landing in my town paper's police log. :D

I'm in Big ♥ with Doug Stanhope. He's a drunk George Carlin.

Screenwipe: Doug Stanhope 'Voice of America' on Fear (NWS), one of the most insightful, truthful opinions on fear in the media (think I've shared this already, but fuck it):



I found out he was coming for a live show nearby, at Foxwoods casino. I was all "IWANNAGOOOO" for the last few weeks. Last night I was mopey, thinking we wouldn't be able to get tickets in time, asking Pan, "Can we order them, or...?" I whined so much I ruined my birthday surprise, cos' Pan totes ordered them already. LOL.

As I said in facebook last night, I CAN HAZ STANHOPE IN MAY. :D:D:D:D:D

Okay... I just had something extremely significant happen. Bear with me here.

When I was around 7 or 8, I was at my Meme's on a Saturday--as always. She'd take care of me while my mom did the famous Hadley flea market, getting me out of her way (it was kind of my mom's gift to her after the divorce, as Meme was scared she wouldn't see me anymore. I've been over this, lol...) Of course, I watched GOBS AND GOBS of TV, especially the Saturday Morning Cartoons. But in the afternoons, after the bowling show (anyone remember that, the 'Life in the Fast Lane' Eagles song played to clips of bowling as the intro? LOL) I'd hop on to catch whatever creature-feature or ninja flick was on, the whole classic network TV/Channel 9 80's business. Most of it was grainy, creepy and unsettling movies from the 70's.

Even as a preschooler, I can remember how dark the 70's were. Strange and stomach-churning, even when things were POSITIVE. So that one fateful Saturday, I flip to 9 and start watching this mess of a horror movie. When I say 'mess', I mean mind-altering, lifetime-haunting movie. Scary shit involving teenagers landing in a small town (of course), promiscuous girls (of course) and a psycho killer (of course). But there were a lot of angles that weirded me out, especially the killing of ONE of the girls. Masked psycho!killer basically covers her face in a weird plaster substance, suffocating her while telling her all about it... while her friends are bound and forced to watch.

THIS WAS SHOWN ON NETWORK TV, FOLKS! *RIGHT AFTER SATURDAY MORNING CARTOONS*. :O

So we're in the internet age, right? Yet no matter how many google searches, youtube keywords or IMDB research, I couldn't find this. I've always told Pan about it, how creeped out I was, and even HE tried digging around for it... but we could never. Ever. FIND it. So I started wondering if maybe, just maybe, I'd dreamed it all up. The whole concept, the way I described and remembered it really IS very creeped-out-kid memory. A month or two ago, Pan went on one last search... and came up empty.

Today, I come home from work. It was dead due to the fuckton of snow, so I got to leave early. I'm hanging out with my laptop when Pan says, "Hey, they did Breaking Dawn 2 on Rifftrax!" So he brings a stool over for us to watch that and other Rifftrax samples. We watch the ones for Vanilla Ice's 'Cool As Ice' (LAWL), a few cheesy educational shorts then, "Oh, what's this riff--'Tourist Trap'?"

I would like you to imagine my face as I sat there, Mike, Kevin and Bill riffing funnily away as I suddenly realize that the movie which has haunted me, left a very strange, confusing and scary mark on my childhood and tricked me into thinking that I must've dreamed up this crazy crap that I THOUGHT I'd seen on TV is playing on my fucking screen. I turned my head to the side when a scene of the masked psycho's doing his makeup and stared. Pan caught my expression and said, "Wait, is this... holy shit, is this...??"

I'd described it perfectly. Absolutely perfectly. I remember the voices, characters, positions, blocking, everything. I don't know if any of you know where I'm coming from, but when I ran to youtube to confirm my suspicions, I found a LOT of people in my age range who'd probably seen it the same time *I* had, all of *THEM* saying the same, exact, shit I had for the last thirty years. Find me silly or overdramatic, but I started sweating, pulse racing and talking to Pan about how I felt (and still feel while I type this) both elated that I FINALLY KNOW wtf I'd seen as a little kid and very overstimulated, emotional. I even cried. My mind's still trying to process this; laugh if you want, but this is Serious Shit for me. It's one of those scary mysteries I'd never been able to figure out, all from a TV spot.

But I hadn't remembered the mannequins. That was probably shell-shock, keeping me safe. Holy shit.

I'm sure I ain't alone here. What story do YOU have like this?

Had MORE Torrin!ideas.

Title: He's Just Like You: Trust
Pairing: C/Z, Torrin/OFC
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Synopsis: More future-AU!C/Z-Dads!Fic; Casey's old-fashioned.

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Me (about four hours ago, maybe five, can't remember): I should probably go to bed, oh hey, a fluffy Torrin!fic idea, fuck sleep.

I kinda blame this one on aliensouldream's posting the vid of young!Lij as Pinocchio. One can never tell what's gonna come from what.

Title: He's Just Like You: Broccoli
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Disclaimer: Don't own!
Author's Note: Another snapshot of my Torrin!verse, because when it hits, it hits. Especially at 11 pm 'til 2:30 am. Hit the ground running, all that. And the play featured here was made up by me. Any "omfg, what is this shit?"s screamed at your screen are all mine.
Author's Note 2: Thanks to panmodal for the various ideas. You can thank him for 'Sally Mae'. ;)
Synopsis: Casey and Zeke attend a 'production'.

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To accommodate my winter-blah-funk, I've been on Netflix a lot. I ain't bad at picking good movies. Of course, I love cheesed-out Lifetime-esque features, so I went for those after a couple goodies (including a movie spoof, 'Supernatural Activity'. Real funny one, for real, check it).

First one I checked out, 'Perfect Student', was hella-stupid. Law professor's student is accused of killing her roomie, she believes her because her brother's in jail when he doesn't deserve to be (it's Lifetime, why are you asking, "What does THAT have to do with anything?") so plot-hole-y it doesn't have plot.

Second one I check out's legit, no cheese at all; David Schwimmer's 'Trust_'. Real good one, very realistic with Clive Owens about a girl who falls for a guy on the internet who of COURSE turns out to be a late-30's pervo. But it didn't come with the usual LT-Network titillation. It was very, very realistic and WELL thought-out.

Third one, because I watched 'Trust_' came 'Megan Is Missing'. DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT WATCH. The best description I saw was a screenshot of a text with some guy telling a friend how cheesy and stupid it is, how the acting sucks then "WHOA THAT ESCALATED!" It got really, reallyyyyy hard-to-watch. A sort of Blair Witch style drama-mashup of 5-6 kidnapping/murder cases involving teenage girls. The lines between what's real and what isn't bluuuruurrururrrr. It's a warning-to-bad-girls film, again about the internet and how you can


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and just... big thank you to Pan for saying, "Um, maybe we shouldn't be watching this? Gavvy's kinda... staring," when it started getting heavy. I kinda went into deer-in-headlights mode, hit the back button then looked up the (behind-the-cut) ending. Let's just say the nightmare-fuel I got from it already's got me wanting my Mommy, and the caps and synopses I plucked from the 'net in regards to the ending is... yea, don't see it. Unless, y'know, you wanna pick up some adult diapers for the rest of the week.

BUT! In order to forget all of this, I wen on to tread a little carefully into TV-drama teen stuff again and came across 'Triple Dog'. It looked cheesy at first, but ended up being really kinda cute! Buncha girls at a sleepover, a super-bad girl to stir the pot, a mystery behind her when it comes to a girl's death that turned into urban myth, leading the other girls into a night of playing 'Triple Dog Dare'. You start off haaaating every girl there, but end up finding them not-so-bad by the end. And the sleepover host's brother is like a darling, modern-day Zeke-Josh. For reals. And there was this other cute guy who ends up getting ALL up on knitting with the good Catholic girl of the group. He starts off a jerk as well, but he ended up mine and Pan's fave.

So theeeeen, FINALLY... I watch Brent Corrigan's 'Judas Kiss', a flick I've been wanting to see for a while... which ended up AWESOME. Our lil' porn star's a REAL BOY actor! :D Really cool plot, involving a backwards 'rollercoaster' type of storyline, present meeting future, etc. A little amateur here and there, but who cares. Hot guys, a few steamy shmex-scenes? Pan goes to look it up, clicking on Danny, the lead character young guy.

"Hey... this guy was in 'Triple Dog'! Steve, who was that?"

I didn't know, but I look back at Judas, eyes goes wide, "OMG HE WAS THE KNITTING BOY."

And he was! LOL! Small world, Netflix. :D So. Knitting-boy/Gay film student who has a few super-hot sex-scenes/My New Crush, Richard Harmon:



I mean, c'mon.

Quick drive-by post, because I've been a real ass not dropping in:

1. As predicted, the $80 I spent on specialist appointments gave me the diagnosis that I bite my tongue in the way back a lot. It's not cancer. Duh. I apologize for my bad habit of saying "oh hey, big news wherein my life is set on the edge of a knife (when it's not, but still), moar l8r" then not coming back when I get results/confirmation/etc. Like I said, I'm a dick. Okay--I said ASS, but that too. I'm all-inclusive. At any rate, I just never see things like that as a big deal. Even if it DID come back cancer, oh well. It's not to be stupid and dismissive, it's just that I'm infamous for my low blood-pressure when it comes to big shit. Now, if I couldn't find my shoes? THAT'S when I turn into a maniacal beast.

2. Shitty last few weeks is shitty. I really haven't been around because I'm the type to hole-up when things get bad, in most cases. I hate it when I see 2-4 posts of mine in a row that can be summed-up with a simple "FML." So I tend to avoid social sitches when things get sad/nuts/etc. even if it'd help. Main things bugging me out:

--Typical cooped-up crap/winter blahs. I'm susceptible to seasonal depression and I've def hit a vein lately. All I want to do is go on facebook and app-game; that's a sign, as I haven't gamed on fb in ages. After less than two days playing 'Let's Fish' I'm on level 22, and that's mostly without putting any money in. I DID, today, but fuck it. If I'm gonna be this bummed out, I want any ray of light I can get--and that damned boat's my best purchase so far, lol.

--If I didn't have Pan, I'd be a wreck financially; he's been putting his all into getting all my documents and information together for my bankruptcy. Considering the workload that's entailed, I'd probably have gone back to gambling ten minutes in, lol. Still, it's been stressful with how much $$$ it takes TO do it, how many calls he's had to make and bugging my boss to get payroll to give me the last 7 months check info(s). It's ridiculous. But it's getting done... it's just stressful to WATCH, never mind feel bad that Pan's been working himself to the bone for me.

--More financial crap: I dunno if I'm gonna be able to keep the job with the way Gavs has been. I can't imagine getting through another summer or week vaca with him. He's hit a huge autistic-wall that occupies the entire household's psyche when he's at his worst. So... yea.

3. Fuck this bleeding every month. This one's the worst yet. I hate everybody and everything. I have no patience. I just wanna throw back five Ambien and wake up when it's over.

Love it when I say "quick post!" and it turns into this, lol. Not gonna edit that out, I'll need the laugh later. ;) Seeing as Gavs is at the g'parents tonight and I gotta open in the morn, me and Pan gotta get some stupid B-movie time in... so I'll see y'all later. *HUG* Love you guys.

I've decided to postpone the cz_valentines fic-exchange--details in the comm at this post!

I haven't gotten back to damned near anyone when it comes to the challenge; I'm STILL pretty woozy from yesterday's procedure. For those of you that were all WTF OMG about it, STOP, lol. When I went to my dentist a week and a half ago, the hygienist noticed a white bump on the waaaaay back part of my tongue. Long story short, I bite it all the time (with my molars out, my tongue tries to escape when I eat :P) and I've had little lumps in the past. And if it WAS to be "something more"? Guess who's fault THAT is! :D I'm honestly so not worried about it, for the most part anyway; but the pain is stupid, like, hadn't expected this. They gave me Vicodin which is one big YAY right now. Carrie also covered for me today, as it hurts to talktalktalk. I'm not DYING, it's just some botheration. But for whatevz reason, every time I go on painkillers, it takes me forever to read/write one paragraph, but I almost always end up doing a big housecleaning project. Serious, I took care of the kitchen counter AND a long-ignored kitchen cabinet while Vicodin'ed outta my mind. But to write this paragraph? It's gotta be TOMORROW by now, lol...

Sorry for the delays and my lack of replies! The dad-drama is still going on but dwindling down, but since his car broke down, I offered to drive him out to the pet store a town or two over to get frozen mice for his python. Yea, I didn't know he had one 'til last night, either. Lol. So I hopehopehope to have everything done on time!! I also have COURT on Thursday (HAPPY VALENTINE'S TO ME) over a long-lived debt. Good thing I'm securing a lawyer for this horse-hockey finally! Bankruptcy it is... hey man, I tried, got lied to, and was an undiagnosed impulsive stupid person. :)

All over the map, but that's what's going on. GAWD this has been one helluva week.

Well, our lil' Noreaster's coming along well. I gotta say, even if things get tricky or harrowing, we NE'ers take it on just fine. My boss gave me my check early so we could stock up on groceries yesterday, I just made a batch of green chili mac and cheese (I haven't mentioned this here, have I? Oh, but it's good. I'd had some in NYC with naemi while she was here, and it was soooo good we looked up a recipe. It's different, but DELISHUSHHH) and the corner store's open for forgotten stuff. We've already needed to go twice. Y'know, the essentials. Milk. Dishwashing liquid. Gobs of candy, soda... y'know. But I hope they don't stick around if they put a driving ban out, even if they DO live three feet away from the place.

I hope MY work doesn't open tomorrow. If my boss insists, he's paying the $1k fine. :D

Carrie's here for mac and cheeseing, so I'll report back later. :D

It is SO dead at work the last few weeks. Like, the boss not bothering to yell at us if me and Carrie/me and Holly/etc. going out together for smoke breaks dead. Today was no exception. Dead, dead, dead. So really, with the bossman gone and like, three customers off in the TV eating-area, who cared if we blasted Beastie's 'Paul's Boutique'? Nottaone, lol.

C'mon, like you wouldn't jam to this while waiting for your Ranchero.



And y'know when you're in the car, restaurant, McD's, etc. and it doesn't matter what's playing--just that it has a rhythm that somehow storms into your subconscious and you're boogieing without realizing it? Yea, we had some people unexpectedly bobbing their heads while texting and stuff, like our bosses' friend's wife when she came in with her grandson. Then another regular of ours, a funeral director (who's incredibly handsome and one can tell that his sweetheartness makes his fiancee a VERY happy woman--who's also amazeballs) and his co-worker came in and we told him, "We're not turning the music down!" He didn't mind it, but we did anyway so we could hear wtf he was saying.

But we DID have a plethora of absolute weirdos today, for some reason. Just weird, odd behaviors and stuff. I told Carrie that it was getting to the point that I was gonna turn the volume up all the way so I didn't have to hear them. "WHAT?? I CAN'T HEAR YOU, THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD!" Lolz.

Don't you just wanna DIE when you're in the midst of writing an intensely emotional scene and you have to take a minute to collect yourself cos' you're CRYING? *pathetic little lawl* Criminy. Hope to be back here soon with updated shit. :)

THIS extremely-stupid-late Chrimbo-request-fic belongs toooo...

~*prisca1960!*~

Casey is at College, Zeke still stays around in Ohio. He can't wait for christmas holidays because this means Casey will come back home. But then Mrs. Connor tells him a secret: Casey will not come back alone, he will bring the girl he wants to marry ...

I, um... hope you don't mind heavy!angst. It just happened!

*HUGS*!

I'm leafing through one of my Archie comics when I come across a word search.



LMAO. SO submitted this to epicfail.com. Hope to see it on the front page soon. LAWL.

ION, writing lots, hope to post soon. :D

Okay, so it's like, almost a month since Christmas. Here's some overdue Christmas FIC, lolz.

This one was requested byyyy...

~*naemi!*~

Au: post apocalyptic (your choice) world. Casey was raised to be an assassin. Zeke was raised to be a cleric. Both their educations have imprinted them deeply. Whatever happens when their paths cross (for the first time?) is fine by me :o)

Does she come up with some doozies, or wut? Lol, well, I can do 'doozies'. At least I HOPE I can. Hope you LIKE, baby. ;)

THIS very-omg-late!birthday!fic's forororooor...

~*gabi_fics!*~

As I said to Miz ASD, so sorry for the epic late-ity... but yay for inspiration hitting, FI-nally. :D I hope you like this sweet, romantic shmoop! You wanted a bad birthday gone epic-good? Okee. :D

*SQUISH*!

This one's the long, loooong overdue birthday fic fooooorrrr...

~*aliensouldream!!*~

Yea, is this NOT fucking late or what?? Lol, oh babes, I'm glad to break my fic-slump for you! :D This is one I'd started a while back and never finished, but it felt... right for you. I dunno why, as it was inspired by this crazysauceness...



To each their own, but oh god, crack!fic galore. :D I hope you... like?

*KISS*

MOAR Chrimbo-lateness! This request was made by...

~*nachtschade!*~

I'm all for a very silly wintery/christmassy C/Z fic... Maybe something with an elf costume, who-ever might be wearing it. Or not wearing it.

Okay, so like... I'm SO friggin' late with Chrimbo-requests, and not replying to feedback and... stuff, so I wanna rectify it by saying "FUQDAT!" and posting stories out of order. :P I had a few in the works, but it comes in dribs and drabs lately... so I gotta go wiff what works!

SO! This here Chrimbo-fic wish was made by...

~*aliensouldream!*~

Zeke is a high born heartbreaker in 1890s era New York, a terrible rake who sets out to seduce all the most beautiful sons of the first families (perhaps with a view to subtle blackmail). He succeeds - until he encounters a particularly virtuous young man in Casey, a philanthropist who has taken a vow of chastity ...

Hey. Six years running.



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