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For the It's Gonna Be May extravaganza (thank you, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pixeestyx!!): A drabble and a half, because working three night shifts in a row is just stupid. I hope to have a bonus story soon: the one I was working on for this, which wasn't having any of that. As We Know It He finally knew he was fucked up when he walked in one day, white paper sack in one hand, cardboard tray of coffees in the other, and they were together, on the couch, moving slowly. JC had an arm slung over Justin's back, so nothing serious yet, no grabbing, but Justin had that little catch at the end of every breath. They looked so good. Perfectly matched, long legs entwined, narrow hips pulsing, bodies, hands... and here he was, newspaper clutched under one arm: sweaty from the hot sun, wearing ragged cutoff cargoes and black socks. "Sorry --" "Hey," JC said, waving over Justin's back, and Justin turned his head against JC's neck. "Where the fuck have you been," he said, morning grumpy, and slid aside and pulled Chris down, and as JC grunted and twisted and pushed, "Fucking heavy, you fuckers," kissed Chris like he was finally ready to begin. Happy Birthday to my wonderful sister, who is so wonderful. Love you. Tags: my fiction
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Right, I don't have 5 Things. What I do have are 13 windows open on my desktop, all with important and necessary school-related things (except for the JJill shoes). So, here's 1 thing that Chris never actually said to JC, as requested by ephemera_pop, and I'm working on all the rest. Watch this space! Sometime in 2008, I may have a thing for you, too! Oh, that sounds bad. ( Chris could be ) Freedom! So close! Tags: 5 things, kitties, my fiction
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Woot! Woot a million times! WOOT. Just got the call from work. I'm officially "on call," which means I call them at 11am. Or, as I told the night charge, I get a really long time to get ready this morning. She said something about "sleep," but man, once I'm up, I'm up. I get to read and feed for sesa! I get to laze around and do nothing, like a big fat slug! I don't have to work again till Thursday! All right.Actually, what I'm going to do is to revise my "transfer my ass NOW" letter. Could be it's a little incendiary. Do you think "festering slime hole" is okay? So, for sesa I wrote: Oh, The Places You'll Go, for Jae, which caused me to chew my fingernails up to my armpits, and which just had to come out as some weirdo thing of a story, thereby increasing my stress by 9875970%, but which I like so much anyhow, although I wish in retrospect I had made the thing in Chris's living room make noise. Because, yes. and Justin's Dark Design, for callsigns, which was the panic story I wrote when the thing in Chris's living room seemed so fucking stupid, excuse me, as to require immediate burning of my draft and my computer and maybe my apartment complex, just to be sure. I wrote this story after forcing myself to think about the essence of timbertrick, What Timbertrick Means To Me, and a vision of Justin and Chris wrestling around like seven-year olds popped into my brain. I love this story, even though Justin Timberlake is way more canny and self-aware than this, probably, and I love this JC, all slutty porn star good friend that he no doubt is. Jessa! You made my day by liking this story. I was worried. No babies, you see, and not so much with the angst. Thank you! The funny thing, for me, is that somewhere in there I wrote part of a third timbertrick story, which simply stopped dead in the water at a certain point. I will come back to it, though. I like it, too. Timbertrick! It's the new trickC. Also, mickeym, I'm so glad Matthew liked the shark book and you like the Fuman logo. Maybe what I should do today is to stalk a certain reclusive boybander? Or at least drive by his security gate, looking neither to the left nor the right so no one knows, in your honor? Have a great new year. *hugs* Tags: my fiction, sesa, writing
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I'm a sucker for this shit. Auuuuuuthors: Connie Williis Robert Holdstock Bruce Sterling Kim Stanley Robinson William Gibson Ursula K. LeGuin P.D. James Laurell K Hamilton Dan Simmons Peter Straub ....only TEN? That's hard! There seems to be a.... science-fiction-y slant to my list. Well. the first book I ever bought with my own dollars was Andre Norton, so I guess.... Random niece memory: Maya's just about six. She's the SMARTEST, most AMAZING and GORGEOUS little girl in the whole history of earth. I say this with a near-complete lack of bias. She & my sis & bro-in-law came to visit for my graduation. Me and Maya had the most fun EVER. (Similar emotional ages, apparently.) One of our things: I sang REM to her, "It's the end of the world as we know it!!" and every single time for about 39577 times we'd both screech "IT'S!!!!" at the top of our lungs. I'm surprised my sister didn't smother us both. Then, this one commercial about healthy living? Some woman says "What is tai chi?" I could say that to her right now and we'd both collapse in giggles. Imagine, if you will: what IS tai chi? over and over and over and over and over.... gold, I tell you. Pure gold. Miss her, SO MUCH. Tell me, how many of you, upon hearing that JC is looking for a simple surfer girl type, thought to yourself "I could learn." Ha! Not me. Oh. Reckon I'll post this here, too: MarkedRepression, man. It's a demon....rated S for smut and W for wanking. Tags: books, family, meme, my fiction
Current Mood: chipper. what the fuck does that mean?
Current Music: buena vista social club
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