(no subject)

are lj comment emails down for everyone else too?

star wars rec

ahahahahahaha.

"I made a complete fool of myself. He apologised for treating me harshly over the arrest thing and I completely lost it. I practically accused him of deliberately setting out to destroy my sex life and now he thinks I'm some kind of weirdo who doesn't know how to jerk off."

for some reason, that's the funniest thing i've read all night. maybe cause it's getting late.

everything i wish i did

oh god, i'm really feeling the bite of this need to write a story from the pov of an adult obi-wan. with a beard.

::whimper::

no. i must finish the camping adventure FIRST.

hoom.

apparently, i can't spell in the middle of the night. or that would be apparent if it were the middle of the night. no, wait. it is. for some reason i was thinking it was only ten or eleven. possibly my naps today. i had several.

i don't know of anything untoward about xanax, but i took one and then, on further provocation to be upset, hyperventilated to the point that i started to get dizzy, with minor pins and needles in my hands and face. (plus when i went to splash water on my face? wow, was really ugly. i've never seen my eyes that red before.) maybe, says daddy, there's only so much medication can do in the face of extreme provocation. well, maybe he's right. i was provoked (by mother. who else?), and after being nice for half an hour or so, and patient for an hour and a half more, and at least marginally civil for about fifteen minutes, broke down into crying, accusations, sarcastic snarkiness, and then sobbing, hyperventilating, and screaming (which prompted cuddlepint to very sweetly say i could monopolize the internet all i wanted because she didn't want me to die. i think she took it literally when i said mom was slowly killing me).

so, liek, i'm thinking. maybe living with mom is bad for me?

/sarcasm

ahora, ahora también, pequeña

i want a yoda hand puppet.

random thought of the day

it's amazing to me that my mother is able to flatter herself that i like living with her. hello?

i want to write some obi-wan. but i want to write kirk/spock too. and before ANY of that can happen, karl and viggo have to have sex. so what do i do? go back to reading torch of course.

mmm

Trying to brush the hair off his neck, Qui-Gon left a streak of dark brown earth instead. "Did you have fun in the trees, padawan?"

Obi-Wan looked down at himself, at his bare torso criss-crossed with scrapes from bark and branches, at his thin once-white drawstring pants, now ripped and covered with grass stains and mud, at his feet--he'd shielded the soles, but one nail was slowly turning purple. "I would prefer not to fight off terrorists in my sleepwear again, master. It feels rather undignified."

same torch story as before

eta: mmm... a little overly sentimental.

holls says i can have ewan for christmas!

hey mirabellawotr. um. uh. ::pant.:: ewan.