more than a handful

i don't feel that people who forget their lesson plans on top of the computer deserve them, but i suppose i'll have to get dressed and take her the damn things. >.<

edit: oh, alright. she's too cute. i'll take them.

cookie monster, read the SIGN!

oh my god. she's in due south now? ::preparatory wince:: sil, did you damage her, or what?

the dilemma of anyone remotely interested in domlijah

1. on one side, they sure would be cute, wouldn't they? and have you seen how they look at each other?

2. on the other side, the people who believe in them seem to be fond of tinfoil hats and secret hand-signs.

syxer7 contemplates her conversion here. indeed, she's quite right: the independent signs and vibes one gets certainly don't constitute PROOF, but they do tend to shape one's opinions.

and then i wrote a little bit of fiction that i'm so proud of that i just HAD to share it with you all.

pam: I choose to look at the interviews rather than take DL as gospel. However, if you take Domlijah as read, then some stuff does have to follow.

moi: that's interesting. you mean that if they are together then they MUST be being repressed by someone? i'm not certain that's true. maybe PR would try to keep them quiet; maybe they wouldn't. maybe dom and lij would want to go public; maybe they wouldn't. maybe they'd have some other reason to avoid it--homophobic friends or family members. or maybe they resent the possibilities of being type-cast and are sort of closeting themselves, which i understand is not uncommon. of course in that case they're still repressed, but i wouldn't say PR had anything to do with it. i have a very hard time picturing the PR department composing them a letter about this, or making the Evil Phone Call.

'mr. wood, one of our agents who happened to be in your neighborhood yesterday says he encountered mr. monaghan in a very suggestive state of undress on your front porch, and after he finished drooling it occurred to him that i might be interested in this information. what i wonder, mr. wood, is how interested your young fans would be in the information, frankly. what? ... no, no. threats? nooooo. i just thought i'd make you aware of this. perhaps you and mr. monaghan should keep the public in mind while new line is responsible for your publicity. ... thank you. your cooperation is much appreciated.'

i picture spies on the corner in a conspicuously average car with dark glasses and a special cell hotwired to the publicist's office.

fire on the roof? ^.~

::sigh:: i'm GOING.

edit: POST THE GODDAMNED SUPERGIRL ICONS.

[singin in the rain] thank you. a TALKING picture. good-bye.[/sitr]

i've never seen junk half as lovely as thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis:

some due south stuff. perils. adorable. and then there's a sequel, perils of canasta.

question: I'll never forget the first time he wrapped around me and pulled me flush to sleep.  He had one arm around me and one leg between mine.  His head rested just behind mine.  I fell asleep with his breath gently ruffling the hair at my ear. can anyone actually sleep like that? i'm not sure i believe it.

ahahha. i'm thinking i like the trash romance style of fraser/kowalski. ::cackle::. gloooorious, glorious trash!

but i don't think i'm going to rec this one, cause you have to work a little harder than that to convince me of fraser/vecchio, my girl.

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what's with this having to WAIT. how about the universe fixes everything so wax is here when i sit down and she isn't here when i can't get to the computer?

thanks.

ho hum.

i worked four hours for my mom today, counting two trips downtown--one alone except for the company of christina to sing along with in the cd player, and mom's Suckiest Written Directions Ever (tm). not sure how long i lost, but ended up back at her school again without the student artwork* i was supposed to pick up from the board of education building. the other was made in mom's company. i drove and she sat in the passenger's seat, and i saved her perhaps a minute by driving around the block instead of parking**. also i read dorothy sayers's the nine tailors and am jealously guarding a new batch of comments from my k'salamander to read over later this evening. we should finish the new bathroom tonight if all goes well--then the tile will need a week of curing, by which i mean periodic spritzing with water. and then mom will caulk it, but since it's no work for me i am not particularly concerned.

otoh i can't help feeling it's unwise for her to pay me $7/hr to drive her across town. i realize she likes my company and also that she's paying well in order that i can be making money.

why do i need to be making money?, you may ask. well, it's quite simple!#

reason I. to obtain money.

A. i can spend this money next year in finland.

-on trivialities only. my parents are going to pay for everything i actually NEED, of course. not because they have to, but because they insist it is the only honorable thing to do as long as i am obliging them by being enrolled in a school, regardless of the state of their finances##.

B. i can spend it before i go to finland.

-on trivialities only... that, and shampoo, and my passport. my parents are paying for everything else, naturally, because i am living in their house. they also do not charge rent, as long as they approve of my activities. (approved activities include: working and working. why these? see above, the whole entire diagram.)

reason II. work is good for the soul.

A. everyone knows that it makes you happy and healthy.

i. mom and dad say so.
ii. there is probably an aphorism somewhere to that effect.

B. it prevents you from doing things which are bad for the soul.

i. such as talking to important people:

a. your significant other
b. your best friend, who is highly pregnant and experiencing difficulties
c. your rl best friend, who is being badgered by a psycho ex
d. your adoptive little sister, who is adorable and generally fragile and depressed and, like a delicate flower, needs careful tending.

ii. such as committing matricide or patricide

* in the sense of things made in art class, which are under no circumstances to be aesthetically appealing or executed with the least vestige of talent or skill.
** and then i took ten years off her life by pausing to let her in in the traffic lane without putting my blinkers on.
# i lie. it's convoluted.
## example: right now, the state of their finances could concisely be described as 'going deeper into debt at the steady rate of around $100/month.'

due south rec. philosophical meandering.

this is wrong. i mean, it's a goddamned gorgeous story, but this:

His face felt too hot. "Ray, please. Please. I don't want to talk. I don't want to think, I don't want to think, I just don't want to-"

if he doesn't want to talk that badly, he isn't going to say 'i don't want to talk.' 'i don't want to talk' is what he'd say if what he meant was 'rarr, i'm horny,' but this is the thorny emotional insecurity way, and that way is like a genuine skin-crawling when talking comes up, sort of like, say, arachnophobia. he'd say something different--nothing at all, or he would try to change the subject.

edit: she gets 95, not 100, because she disturbed the perfection just a little with the lyrics at the end.