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7.11.2006
must...have...coffee
7.07.2006
a friday ficlet
A fifteen minute ficlet
written in fifteen minutes (duh) and based on this word.
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Title: My Own Man
Tell you this, anyways: I’ll be damned if I’m going to be kept on a leash, the little pet-able puppy. They might not think I have it in me, but I can still bite. Figuratively speaking, anyway.
So after patrolling with the little miss (who’s as self-righteous as ever about the whole thing), I decide it’s time to be a real boy. Head off to the bike for a last minute trip to L.A.
It’s not so much that I hate Angel (though I do, don’t get me wrong). It’s just bloody irritating the way his fixates. Two years and three boys later (including multiple filthy acts with yours truly) and he still thinks she’s coming back to him. And maybe she would, if he wasn’t off being Captain Broodypants, Boy Wonder. Which is why I’m on my way for a visit. Can’t have him sniffing around for the next hundred years of my life.
And maybe this will finally break her out of that corpse she’s dragging around, the icy shell that she lives in now. Maybe she’ll fight for something for a change. She’ll hate me for it, her and her little Scoobie gang. I don’t guess I’ll be seeing the little bit, or hanging around the Summers house anymore.
But that’s part of the point, innit? Be worth it, to feel one hundred and forty-eight dead, wooden years sliding into his chest. To watch it end, the way it’ll end for me one day soon.
I’ll be my own man, for a change.
written in fifteen minutes (duh) and based on this word.
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Title: My Own Man
Tell you this, anyways: I’ll be damned if I’m going to be kept on a leash, the little pet-able puppy. They might not think I have it in me, but I can still bite. Figuratively speaking, anyway.
So after patrolling with the little miss (who’s as self-righteous as ever about the whole thing), I decide it’s time to be a real boy. Head off to the bike for a last minute trip to L.A.
It’s not so much that I hate Angel (though I do, don’t get me wrong). It’s just bloody irritating the way his fixates. Two years and three boys later (including multiple filthy acts with yours truly) and he still thinks she’s coming back to him. And maybe she would, if he wasn’t off being Captain Broodypants, Boy Wonder. Which is why I’m on my way for a visit. Can’t have him sniffing around for the next hundred years of my life.
And maybe this will finally break her out of that corpse she’s dragging around, the icy shell that she lives in now. Maybe she’ll fight for something for a change. She’ll hate me for it, her and her little Scoobie gang. I don’t guess I’ll be seeing the little bit, or hanging around the Summers house anymore.
But that’s part of the point, innit? Be worth it, to feel one hundred and forty-eight dead, wooden years sliding into his chest. To watch it end, the way it’ll end for me one day soon.
I’ll be my own man, for a change.
Arrrr paarrrrrt two
ktbuffy says that today is Pirate Friday, and who am I to argue?
Therefore, we must all
1.) learn how to talk like a pirate...
2.) ...so that we'll be ready for this, and then
3.) move to Seattle, if not already there, plus
4.) get a pirate fish screensaver, and
5.) admit our undying love for Captain Jack Sparrow.
that is all.
Therefore, we must all
1.) learn how to talk like a pirate...
2.) ...so that we'll be ready for this, and then
3.) move to Seattle, if not already there, plus
4.) get a pirate fish screensaver, and
5.) admit our undying love for Captain Jack Sparrow.
that is all.
Arr!
In honor of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest...
Riain Grey, your pirate name is
Capn Horny Heart
What is YOUR pirate name?
Capn Horny Heart
What is YOUR pirate name?
Hee! Kinda sounds like a naughty breakfast cereal. Which basically sums me up as a person.
7.06.2006
new and improved
i've just done a redesign of my website! Please pop over, take a look, and let me know what you think!
While you're there, you can read my stories and flashers, look at the books my stories are in and learn more about me.
Come on, you know you want to!
While you're there, you can read my stories and flashers, look at the books my stories are in and learn more about me.
Come on, you know you want to!
these are just too good
i had to take the test again. i like this answer, too.
take the WHAT BAD BOOK ARE YOU test.
and go to mewing.net. not as good as reading a good book, but way better than a bad one.
take the WHAT BAD BOOK ARE YOU test.
and go to mewing.net. not as good as reading a good book, but way better than a bad one.
hee!
okay, while I don't agree with the sentiment expressed, this is an awfully funny thing, just the same...
7.05.2006
love is never having to pee alone
courtesty of mimi smartypants, the most brilliant blogger working today:
LOVE MEANS NEVER HAVING TO PEE ALONE
Nora appears at my bedside at 1:30 in the morning, stage-whispering "Mommy" over and over again and scaring me half to death because she is not so much a get-out-of-bed kid as she is a lie-there-and-yell-for-assistance kid. What could the problem be? "I have to go potty," she whispers dramatically. She has to go potty. She got out of bed and walked past two toilets in order to tell me this.
Me: Uhhhh great, then go. That's why you are a big girl with a big-girl bed.
Nora: Do you want to keep me company?
Me: Not really!
Nora: Okay. I will come back and tell you how it went.
Me: [some noise that roughly translates to oh my fucking god]
A few minutes later she is back with the compelling news that she had lots of pee-pee, probably because she had been sleeping all night! And the milk from dinner got turned into pee-pee! This happens inside your body! And then she's all like, "Mommy, move over a little so I can lie down and talk to you" and I lay down the law about going back to her own bed, NOW, because I am not really in the mood for a small person's chatty midnight monologue...
i love this woman so, so very much. go read the rest now!
LOVE MEANS NEVER HAVING TO PEE ALONE
Nora appears at my bedside at 1:30 in the morning, stage-whispering "Mommy" over and over again and scaring me half to death because she is not so much a get-out-of-bed kid as she is a lie-there-and-yell-for-assistance kid. What could the problem be? "I have to go potty," she whispers dramatically. She has to go potty. She got out of bed and walked past two toilets in order to tell me this.
Me: Uhhhh great, then go. That's why you are a big girl with a big-girl bed.
Nora: Do you want to keep me company?
Me: Not really!
Nora: Okay. I will come back and tell you how it went.
Me: [some noise that roughly translates to oh my fucking god]
A few minutes later she is back with the compelling news that she had lots of pee-pee, probably because she had been sleeping all night! And the milk from dinner got turned into pee-pee! This happens inside your body! And then she's all like, "Mommy, move over a little so I can lie down and talk to you" and I lay down the law about going back to her own bed, NOW, because I am not really in the mood for a small person's chatty midnight monologue...
i love this woman so, so very much. go read the rest now!
it kinda figures
i'm lusty, and i'm just my type!
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
| Greed: | Very Low | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Low | |
| Sloth: | Medium | |
| Envy: | Very Low | |
| Lust: | High | |
| Pride: | Medium |
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7.04.2006
The Fetish Chest is open for business
They're here!
Secret Slaves, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and Christopher Pierce, and featuring one of my stories!
Ultimate Undies, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and Christopher Pierce
Sexiest Soles, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and Christopher Pierce
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