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Why is it the longer the fic the less feedback it receives? Odd and vexing. I'm sitting in my room at my house listening to the people already boozing their minds out before the L Word airs. It's our weekly viewing party and everyone here is spoiled so they all know Dana's death is fucking imminent and because of this we have three times the amount of normal booze in our house. That's right, I hang only with Danish peeps. lol. Actually, that's a lie. I hang with peeps who don't like Tibette. Which is super groovy because, err, I don't like Tibette.
But I just got off work and I have a monster headache so I'll probably begin my own boozing binge shortly. I'm not someone who gets over emotional, especially over fiction, but this storyline sucks so much fucking ass. I kind of wish that the Danish thread at MediaBlvd had a fucking chat room somewhere we could all talk in and wallow after the show is over with. I know MediaBlvd has their own chat room but it's lame as hell. lol. I have no idea why I want to wallow with other Danish fans but I do. Wallowing is somewhat soothing while in a group but if you do it alone it's fucking losery and sad and worthy of a Hank Williams song.
Now I feel like listening to Hank Williams.
Random Story #1: It's been storming like crazy out here in Missouri and the other night I wandered downstairs at like 3 am because I was thirsty and I could fucking sense someone/thing watching me. I turn and look towards the two huge sliding glass doors and I can see a vague shadow of a figure. Then like a fucking cheesy horror movie there's this huge crash of thunder and then lightning which lights up the area in this awesome blue tinted hue and reveals that the mysterious lurking figure is my pug, Vlad, who just stares at me all blank and creepy. Then the lightning fades and it's pitch black again. I say Vlad's name but he doesn't move. Boom! Thunder and lightning again and the same creepy cool ass effect as before and Vlad just stares at me. I shrug and wander into the kitchen to get a glass of Jolt cola and see he's still standing in the same place as I head back to my room. I swear, my dog is such a fucking freak. Honestly he is.
Random Story #2: Leaving work yesterday I headed down the usual street towards the highway. It's kind of like a pre-highway street if that makes sense. Meaning it's like six fucking lanes, three going each way, and it's massively filled with traffic at almost all hours of the day. While driving down this busy ass road I could observe, from the opposite direction, an old man in his 80's pushing an empty wheelchair across the three lanes of traffic and looking as if he was going to get hit at any moment. I fucking burst into laughter and ended up pondering this because there's something weirdly symbolic about it. Pushing a wheelchair through busy traffic. I wonder if it was his wheelchair. I lost sight of him as I drove off so unfortunately I have no idea if he made it across all six lanes unscathed and if he didn't, I wonder if that shit got on the news.
All right, I'm going to start my booze filled Danish festival of angst. If you want to talk to me about this fucking travesty I'll be on Yahoo Messenger all night under the dreiser7 ID. And I probably won't be typing correctly due to alcohol consumption. Although I wonder if I ever type correctly. Hmm. That's a stumper. If you want to try and look on the bright side of things, you know, the power of positive thinking and all that bullshit, listen to the song I'm about to link. I'm definitely going to use it for the sequel fic to ATWH. Although, honestly, fuck IC for making me link this song. Alice shouldn't have to find someone new. She should be with fucking Dana. I mean, what the fuck?! She had a perfect couple and perfect chemistry and just goddamn perfection and she goes and... okay. Not ranting on this because it's retarded and pointless and I don't have the words to express my dorky ass fangirl rage. But I do have nifty as fuck sound effects so I'll use them to express my point since words are totally futile at this point.
Garrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Look at that. That lame ass line of r's is a reflection of my inner Danish shipper torment. rofl. Maybe I will write escapism Danish fic after all. Who the fuck knows with my lame ass. But, seriously, garrrrrr! lol.
Someone New by Eskobar (Featuring Heather Nova):
http://s38.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0W69M8A90VJU81JTWXDYVS7793
But I just got off work and I have a monster headache so I'll probably begin my own boozing binge shortly. I'm not someone who gets over emotional, especially over fiction, but this storyline sucks so much fucking ass. I kind of wish that the Danish thread at MediaBlvd had a fucking chat room somewhere we could all talk in and wallow after the show is over with. I know MediaBlvd has their own chat room but it's lame as hell. lol. I have no idea why I want to wallow with other Danish fans but I do. Wallowing is somewhat soothing while in a group but if you do it alone it's fucking losery and sad and worthy of a Hank Williams song.
Now I feel like listening to Hank Williams.
Random Story #1: It's been storming like crazy out here in Missouri and the other night I wandered downstairs at like 3 am because I was thirsty and I could fucking sense someone/thing watching me. I turn and look towards the two huge sliding glass doors and I can see a vague shadow of a figure. Then like a fucking cheesy horror movie there's this huge crash of thunder and then lightning which lights up the area in this awesome blue tinted hue and reveals that the mysterious lurking figure is my pug, Vlad, who just stares at me all blank and creepy. Then the lightning fades and it's pitch black again. I say Vlad's name but he doesn't move. Boom! Thunder and lightning again and the same creepy cool ass effect as before and Vlad just stares at me. I shrug and wander into the kitchen to get a glass of Jolt cola and see he's still standing in the same place as I head back to my room. I swear, my dog is such a fucking freak. Honestly he is.
Random Story #2: Leaving work yesterday I headed down the usual street towards the highway. It's kind of like a pre-highway street if that makes sense. Meaning it's like six fucking lanes, three going each way, and it's massively filled with traffic at almost all hours of the day. While driving down this busy ass road I could observe, from the opposite direction, an old man in his 80's pushing an empty wheelchair across the three lanes of traffic and looking as if he was going to get hit at any moment. I fucking burst into laughter and ended up pondering this because there's something weirdly symbolic about it. Pushing a wheelchair through busy traffic. I wonder if it was his wheelchair. I lost sight of him as I drove off so unfortunately I have no idea if he made it across all six lanes unscathed and if he didn't, I wonder if that shit got on the news.
All right, I'm going to start my booze filled Danish festival of angst. If you want to talk to me about this fucking travesty I'll be on Yahoo Messenger all night under the dreiser7 ID. And I probably won't be typing correctly due to alcohol consumption. Although I wonder if I ever type correctly. Hmm. That's a stumper. If you want to try and look on the bright side of things, you know, the power of positive thinking and all that bullshit, listen to the song I'm about to link. I'm definitely going to use it for the sequel fic to ATWH. Although, honestly, fuck IC for making me link this song. Alice shouldn't have to find someone new. She should be with fucking Dana. I mean, what the fuck?! She had a perfect couple and perfect chemistry and just goddamn perfection and she goes and... okay. Not ranting on this because it's retarded and pointless and I don't have the words to express my dorky ass fangirl rage. But I do have nifty as fuck sound effects so I'll use them to express my point since words are totally futile at this point.
Look at that. That lame ass line of r's is a reflection of my inner Danish shipper torment. rofl. Maybe I will write escapism Danish fic after all. Who the fuck knows with my lame ass. But, seriously, garrrrrr! lol.
Someone New by Eskobar (Featuring Heather Nova):
http://s38.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0W69M8A90VJU81JTWXDYVS7793
