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I really don't. I can't think of one. lol. I'm writing mostly because ehhh... I haven't in a long ass time. Which is sort of normal. I mean, I've been working on this L Word fanfic featuring Alice/Dana as the main couple and while I've been posting it on an L Word fanfic board I didn't upload to my own website until recently. Isn't that fucking lazy?
SO... FUCKING.... LAZY...
Wait. That's a good name for a subject. Okay, my subject WAS: I Have No Subject. My subject is NOW: Too Fucking Lazy For A Subject.
Hee. At least I can admit my faults readily. Anyway, I'm in my new abode. Have been here for the past two weeks, I think. Can't recall. I'm living in a strangely large room at Pip and Stacey's house. Rent is hella cheap and I don't pay utilities. What's odd is the fact that Tracy and Laura live across the street. They have keys to each others houses and they straight up just wander in and out. It's so weird.
I was watching the news in the living room and the door opened, I turned to look who it was and Vlad ran over to get attention because he's an attention whore and there was Tracy. She says hey then goes into the kitchen leaving me baffled because, you know, not her house. Not paying rent or on the deed. She then reappears with an orange and says she wanted to eat fruit and didn't want to go to the store. The funniest shit was Laura though. She had some meeting with I guess a dude in charge of a possible promotion she'd get at the hospital and she didn't know what to wear. So she wanted Stacey's advice, right?
And to possibly swipe a shirt or skirt from her for the meeting.
Pip and I were in the backyard playing our own fucked up version of fetch with Vlad which is just us throwing a tennis ball and Vlad sometimes chasing after it and bringing it back. Usually he refuses to give the ball back if he retrieves it or he just stares at where we threw the ball then he stares at us as if to say, "What? You bitches threw it. You go get it back."
So we were doing that and Vlad barks causing us to look at what he's barking at. There's Laura running across the street from her house to ours barefoot and holding an armload of clothing. She was wearing a fancy ass blue skirt and a weird lacy shirt that just did not go with the skirt at all. She was bringing all the clothes over in order to mix and match with Stacey's wardrobe and get her opinion. Oi. Fucking femme. I love them though. They're strangely cute when they're like that.
Not much else going on. Van is becoming a huge pain in the ass. Part of me wishes I had made more of an effort to stay with Suzanna because right now Van is way more annoying than Suzanna ever was. And the more I consider it, she didn't really do anything that bad to me. But whatever. I do have Michi and she's nice and she's fun and she's definitely not annoying which is groovy.
I ordered a cd from Amazon.com for Toybox. I love them so. Such fucking bad cheesy dance music. I think I might use one of their songs in my Danish fanfic for Carmen to spin at The Planet. Tarzan & Jane maybe. That or Sister Soleil. Though I do think Toybox would be far more amusing. Ah well. We'll see.
SO... FUCKING.... LAZY...
Wait. That's a good name for a subject. Okay, my subject WAS: I Have No Subject. My subject is NOW: Too Fucking Lazy For A Subject.
Hee. At least I can admit my faults readily. Anyway, I'm in my new abode. Have been here for the past two weeks, I think. Can't recall. I'm living in a strangely large room at Pip and Stacey's house. Rent is hella cheap and I don't pay utilities. What's odd is the fact that Tracy and Laura live across the street. They have keys to each others houses and they straight up just wander in and out. It's so weird.
I was watching the news in the living room and the door opened, I turned to look who it was and Vlad ran over to get attention because he's an attention whore and there was Tracy. She says hey then goes into the kitchen leaving me baffled because, you know, not her house. Not paying rent or on the deed. She then reappears with an orange and says she wanted to eat fruit and didn't want to go to the store. The funniest shit was Laura though. She had some meeting with I guess a dude in charge of a possible promotion she'd get at the hospital and she didn't know what to wear. So she wanted Stacey's advice, right?
And to possibly swipe a shirt or skirt from her for the meeting.
Pip and I were in the backyard playing our own fucked up version of fetch with Vlad which is just us throwing a tennis ball and Vlad sometimes chasing after it and bringing it back. Usually he refuses to give the ball back if he retrieves it or he just stares at where we threw the ball then he stares at us as if to say, "What? You bitches threw it. You go get it back."
So we were doing that and Vlad barks causing us to look at what he's barking at. There's Laura running across the street from her house to ours barefoot and holding an armload of clothing. She was wearing a fancy ass blue skirt and a weird lacy shirt that just did not go with the skirt at all. She was bringing all the clothes over in order to mix and match with Stacey's wardrobe and get her opinion. Oi. Fucking femme. I love them though. They're strangely cute when they're like that.
Not much else going on. Van is becoming a huge pain in the ass. Part of me wishes I had made more of an effort to stay with Suzanna because right now Van is way more annoying than Suzanna ever was. And the more I consider it, she didn't really do anything that bad to me. But whatever. I do have Michi and she's nice and she's fun and she's definitely not annoying which is groovy.
I ordered a cd from Amazon.com for Toybox. I love them so. Such fucking bad cheesy dance music. I think I might use one of their songs in my Danish fanfic for Carmen to spin at The Planet. Tarzan & Jane maybe. That or Sister Soleil. Though I do think Toybox would be far more amusing. Ah well. We'll see.
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