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Feb. 23rd, 2010 10:42 amHAPPY BIRTHDAY ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coiledsoul & sherriaisling!
I have LJ userpics I haven't used. Huh. /random
Okay, less bang-specific rambling than recently posted. Reading up on the 1940s has made me incredibly grateful for modern advances, and also reassured me that if it's useful yet disgusting, the Egyptians did it first.
I have read Sleeping Beauty porn and it makes me want to write my own. (facepalm) It was really bad porn too. Aching manhood and internal "shield" hymen bad. So bad that it even managed to butcher some of the most famous lines of the movie. This makes me want to do it right. I'm a bad, bad person. And I was just given the DVD for my birthday, so I could even watch it without risking my ancient VHS tape.
Cheese & crackers = nom.
I seem to have been adopted. o_O We've had two dogs wandering around our property for more than a week now. They have collars, but no tags, and we can't find any trace of their owners. There's not a no-kill shelter anywhere even remotely close, and they seem content enough to hang around on our porch. One's a big black rotty-mix, and the other is a brindle pit. They're both really sweet, but the black one is going to need some work on the inter-pack dynamics, because he gets psuhy and agressive with the other animals. (My horse has tried to kick him several times and he hasn't learned yet.) We're trying to find their owner, but if no one shows up, I guess that's it. I'd love to keep the brindle, because he's a cuddly little doll and I miss having big puppies, but the black one is going to be A Problem.
So... Yeah. Been adopted. We'll see how this works out.
In bang-specific notes, I've touch 16k and Stevie has yet to even get out of her dirty, stolen Evil Nazi Ducky scrubs and meet a Significant Plot Point. Actually, it's only just about two days since she was hacked out of an ice cube. She still has soul-searching to do! People to talk to! Teeth to brush! Incredibly slimy CEOs (Tony) to threaten! I think I've under-estimated a word count somewhere. D:
At least I've got the break-down under control?
Also, can I get someone from the other side of the Atlantic to take back their spelling? Today I've misspelled not only donut, but also theater and favorite. I'M CONFUSED NOW.
coiledsoul & sherriaisling!I have LJ userpics I haven't used. Huh. /random
Okay, less bang-specific rambling than recently posted. Reading up on the 1940s has made me incredibly grateful for modern advances, and also reassured me that if it's useful yet disgusting, the Egyptians did it first.
I have read Sleeping Beauty porn and it makes me want to write my own. (facepalm) It was really bad porn too. Aching manhood and internal "shield" hymen bad. So bad that it even managed to butcher some of the most famous lines of the movie. This makes me want to do it right. I'm a bad, bad person. And I was just given the DVD for my birthday, so I could even watch it without risking my ancient VHS tape.
Cheese & crackers = nom.
I seem to have been adopted. o_O We've had two dogs wandering around our property for more than a week now. They have collars, but no tags, and we can't find any trace of their owners. There's not a no-kill shelter anywhere even remotely close, and they seem content enough to hang around on our porch. One's a big black rotty-mix, and the other is a brindle pit. They're both really sweet, but the black one is going to need some work on the inter-pack dynamics, because he gets psuhy and agressive with the other animals. (My horse has tried to kick him several times and he hasn't learned yet.) We're trying to find their owner, but if no one shows up, I guess that's it. I'd love to keep the brindle, because he's a cuddly little doll and I miss having big puppies, but the black one is going to be A Problem.
So... Yeah. Been adopted. We'll see how this works out.
In bang-specific notes, I've touch 16k and Stevie has yet to even get out of her dirty, stolen Evil Nazi Ducky scrubs and meet a Significant Plot Point. Actually, it's only just about two days since she was hacked out of an ice cube. She still has soul-searching to do! People to talk to! Teeth to brush! Incredibly slimy CEOs (Tony) to threaten! I think I've under-estimated a word count somewhere. D:
At least I've got the break-down under control?
Also, can I get someone from the other side of the Atlantic to take back their spelling? Today I've misspelled not only donut, but also theater and favorite. I'M CONFUSED NOW.
