i have to be ready to leave in ten minutes--

::whispers:: and i'm not wearing any pants! it's terrible, i tell you. hm. khaki, or denim? ^.^

::pounce::

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finished mommy's webpage, called her students 'vermin' within their earshot, tried three or four ways to get into lj past the middle school's nanny program. no luck. will check the friends page now. in the meanwhile i've put in a load of laundry, eaten lunch, watched a few minutes of the weta workshop documentary, and started to fold the sheets that were in the dryer. oh, and i've spilled blackcurrant tea with honey on the knee of my jeans.

oh and! mommy, that foul traitor, agrees with my cupcake that black tea is for men. i stand up for my tea! sugar and milk and such *ruin* it, and so does honey. i only use honey when i have a cold ::pitiful sniffle::.

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reading a good commentary on my novel requires a sort of stretching of the brain, but this is very very good. ::clings to k'sal:: ::glares at daddy:: i can TOO depend on her opinion. (it might not be a very good idea, but sure, i can do it.) at any rate, i would probably survive without her, but i just don't care to try. i'm sure she improves my understanding of the stories vastly, whether she improves the stories themselves or not.

i've just finished re-reading the novel with comments in mind, and now i have to go and answer mid-edit questions! i feel *so* productive! screw spanish and school. this is REAL work.

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i found the most lovely story ever and it was lust adoration at first sight. we're going to get married, if it says yes. i have the ring picked out. do you think a crossover would automatically go for the symbolism of multiple colors of gold? the bigger and tackier, the better.

ME: WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU? ANYTHING?
STORY: WELL, A DIAMOND IS FOREVER...

i want to have this story's babies. i want to feed it chocolate and strawberries and cuddle it on the couch while violins swell in the background.*

*name of story withheld to protect the guilty

he'll kiss her with a sigh; would you? would you? and if the girl were i, would you? would yoooou?

and woooouuuuld you dare to saaay, 'let's do the saaaaaaame aaaas theeeeeeyy'? iiiiiiii wooooooooouuuullld; woooouuuld yooouuuuuuuuuu?

story: nothing will keep us apart! our love will last till the stars turn cold.
cim: ::grinning foolishly:: till the stars turn cold. oh, story.

<3 <3 <3

blah blah i'm talking to yououououou

and in other, less happy story news--which is to say, about a different story entirely--all genres should have a rentboy au as gloriously trashy as that pros one given me by the crumpet. dude. GLORIOUS trash. i mean, GLORIOUS. so spectacularly trashy! and yet--well-done! whee! who needs content? not me!

k/s should get its act together. i want a rentboy au there with a HAPPY ending, please. ::scowls around the room::