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maybe midnight isn't the best time to get pissed off.

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fucked. up. ... ... ... arg.

i dreamed that someone was explaining to me the existence of she ra/ he man (twin superheroes) incest fic, and they said, and i quote: "there's evidence that when she was still an egg and he was a sperm (...) he asked admittance to the uterus to be where she was."

what kind of crack is my sleeping brain ON? she was an egg and he was a sperm? that's just stupid in so many ways that i'm too tired to start on them now. eggs and sperm don't join in the uterus. furthermore, as they're not the same gender, they weren't identical twins. they had to come from two eggs and two sperms.

by the way--whoever it was also had more evidence. *buries head in hands*

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i must be REALLY hungry. i seem to be hallucinating the scent of beef stroganoff and dill pickles. yeah, i know. shut up.

meanwhile, a little demon tells me that my story's all the inside of elijah's head, and there's no dom-characterization to speak of. *whine* i need sexy banter. and friendly banter. and, and... i just don't know... what to write. aaaaaaaaaarg.

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i spent three hours battling html and changing the fonts in my lotr and lotr rps stories. examples: waiting for courage (my first lotr, a long frodo/sam) and tennessee, the epic viggorli rps with the confusing tense-shifts.

otoh, the domlij (now definitely titled delirium, a title suggested by the enchanting wax) is coming along nicely. just hit page 38.

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it's katie's birthday! and she's really cool. yay! i'm no longer upset, either. thought you'd like to know that.

ow. ow. ow.

also, razor burn is SO NOT COOL. *cries*

but of the good: if i tilt my chin all the way up, my hair touches my tailbone. ... WOW.

domlijah progress, again. or lack thereof? well, i have gotten in about eight pages in the last tw

my outline for the remainder of delirium, the domlijah in progress, seems to contain a disturbingly high ratio of sex to actual content. i may actually get bored of writing it (sex, that is. yeah. i know. !!!). look for me at my schizophrenic distractable worst, folks. *sigh* and this is me running out of other ways to procrastinate. look at me whine like a little baby. it's so long. it's running away from me, ohno. it may already be as long as tennessee (both parts put together), and it's not finished. gah.

dance recital

rm #1's other dance recital. i'm freezing cold and my ankle hurts, but it was worth waiting an hour and twenty minutes at the bus stop. her sister is a damn. good. choreographer, and the most ridiculous costumes in the world--looked good.

it was a fusion of carribean traditional dance, jamaican dance hall stylings and formal ballet. dramatic. so pretty. rm #1 really, really rocks. mwah.