this is what you get...

[lierdumoa]

...when you mess with us.

Felt like reading SV fic since watching the episode last night. Haven't in a really long while. Went to the SSA and bookmarked everything written by a recognizable author in the past two weeks over 50 K. Now I'm stuck with, like, a megabyte of fic to read. This will take a while.

Anyway, I'll probably stop the fic reading and try to get some stuff done on the RPS tonight. Which reminds me. There's a conversation I forgot to post. It was on the phone, so I'm transcribing from memory, rather than copying and pasting.

Me: The sequelfic is becoming way pornier than I originally intended.
Syd: No, it needs to have more porn.
Me: But it already has so much.
Syd: It needs more.
Me: Like how much?
Syd: Like every other scene.
Me: There *is* porn every other scene.
Syd: Then the scenes between those.

Somehow this degenerated into me agreeing to write her a 2000 word series of porn drabbles. I feel a little like I'm being taken advantage of here.



Am I allowed to embarrass my friends (*cough*Syd*cough*) by posting the text messages they leave me when they're drunk off their asses?



ETA: I think a dozen millipedes just died in the vent in my room. It very suddenly began smelling very strongly of dead millipede. I sprayed some lysol spray, because I couldn't find the Febreeze. Now it smelles like "fresh linen scent"...and also dead millipede. Why does the universe h8?

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[kick-it-harder.livejournal.com]

i've decided i want to marry both of you. together, at the same time. we can worry about scheduling later.

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

[kick-it-harder.livejournal.com]

for you both,

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

Syd seems to think so. She keeps telling me if I love her I'll write anal sex for her, in so many words.