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SHHHH!!!! [Jul. 4th, 2010|11:01 pm]
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SHHHHH!!!! SECRETS!!!!Collapse )
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My koshka, Fish-Biscuit Faraday. [Jul. 4th, 2010|09:41 pm]
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(no subject) [Jul. 4th, 2010|09:02 pm]
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Charlie WIDMORE?!  Are you SERIOUSLY on Ugly Betty? You son of a bitch! Are you fucking kidding me?

What happened to your taste?

Oh. It probably died when you starred in Houseboat Horror.

This is the worst Fourth of July ever, btw. The most depressing. My first without fireworks and family. No fireworks, no plans. I've been, shamefully and unhappily, semi-avoiding my family. I've been marginally drunk most of the day, and am eating Spongebob 'roni for dinner.

I was supposed to have been born today. Seven days left till my lameful 23rd.

I also can't find any of my several Watchmen dvds. Which sucks even more. Because I could really use some Watchmen right now.

(Btw, it's so great reading homoerotica into ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING I SEE EVER IN MY  WHOLE LIFE. And by "great," I mean, it's fun, but sort of losing its appeal, especially since I'm the only one who'll ever appreciate it.)
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The (far from finished) AU Years. [Jul. 3rd, 2010|12:53 am]
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The AU Years.Collapse )


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The Joy Of Painting Drinking Game. [Jul. 2nd, 2010|01:27 pm]
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The Joy Of Painting Drinking Game.


Every time Bob Ross repeats the phrase "The least little touch."
Every time Bob Ross laughs when he dries off his brush.
Every time Bob Ross says "Just beat the devil out of it."
Every time Bob Ross says something sane & calmly, then apologizes for being crazy.
Every time Bob Ross mentions his squirrels.
Every time Bob Ross seems to try so hard to resist, but ultimately has to paint a tree.
Every time Bob Ross says something horrifyingly creepy. (ex.: "Caress the canvas," "Make love to it," "Turns me on," etc....)
Every time Bob Ross decides to give something in his painting a little friend.
Every time Bob Ross says something morbid. (ex.: If he explains how a tree's had a really fucking hard life.)
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I've been tripping from sipping the dripping dirty water tap. [Jul. 1st, 2010|10:20 pm]
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"Damn Ethan. I'll cut his fucking cock off!"Collapse )
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But you are my love, the astronaut. [Jun. 24th, 2010|09:43 pm]
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Calls the faithful to their knees....Collapse )
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Writer's Block: Memories [Jun. 22nd, 2010|11:43 pm]
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What is the most memorable event of your life so far? What made it so special? Do you think you'll ever top it?

The show LOST in its entirety.

Everything made it special. Even Nikki & Paolo and Jack's stupid tattoos.

Nothing will ever ever top it.
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I Wanna Wake Up Where You Are....What You Feel Is What You Are & What You Are Is Beautiful. [Jun. 22nd, 2010|11:04 pm]
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Just slide into my room and I will run away, run away, run away....Collapse )
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2010|10:48 pm]
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Title: Nadia.
Pairing: Mikhail/Bea.
Rating: PG-13 for mild language.
Length: ~336 words.
Note: I wrote this after a conversation with a friend. I found the concept hilarious. Also, no spoilers.

Ms. Klugh had a strange way of elongating his name, especially in times of high emotions. Like anger. "Mee-kye-EE-ell! What is this doing here?"

Mikhail glanced over at the wall. At his poster of Nadia Comaneci, the great gymnast. "It's hanging on the wall." He shrugged and turned his attention back to the monitors, and jotting notes on scraps of paper.

"You know full well we agreed you would take this down." Bea stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer. "Mikhail!"

Pausing his note mid-sentence, Mikhail sighed. "I did take it down. Then put it up again. What's the problem with it? It's only a piece of paper, for God's sake." It was a very important piece of paper though, autographed by Nadia herself. It was one of the few things that made his life enjoyable anymore. The occasional guys night with a friend or two, his cat, and the poster of his cat's namesake. That was about it. Since they had to fuse his eye-hole shut due to a bad infection about five years previous, Mikhail found himself generally refused by Bea in most bedroom activities. And one day, he found his old poster in the shed and figured there was no harm in hanging it back up. It made him feel a little better. Quite a lot better, actually. But he couldn't explain that to Bea. Didn't even know where to begin with it, and what would be the point? She'd never listen.

"I'm going to go out for a horse ride now, Mikhail. I guess you can do whatever the hell you want, as long as YOU'RE happy." Bea left the room in a huff, leaving Mikhail to wonder why he was even still in this relationship. Convenience, he decided. She probably wouldn't let him end it if he tried. "Alright, then. Have a good ride, Bea," he called out to the other room. "Or, more like 'BeaOTCH,' amirite?" Mikhail grinned as the front door slammed shut.
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