I hate smut!

*grrrr*

Okay, not really. I like reading it, but writing it is an exercise in futility. Seriously, five paragraphs over 100 minutes? That is my writing speed at the moment.

Hey, tboy, are you around? Do you want to have a quick squizz and tell me if it's ridiculous? Or, at least point and laugh in a polite manner...

Random TV!

Dude! It's MR! Whatever and Zoe...

I just flicked channels and came across MR in glasses on a cheesy sitcom!

I flicked earlier and came across Johnny Depp on the Late Show, and a clip of the Pirates movie.

Dude, what a good night! *bg*

ETA: Aw.... I just caught the last 3 minutes of it. Bummer.

Snooze...

I went to sleep at about 4am (after catching a few minutes of MR on "Duncan, Zoe..." - Woohoo!) and woke up at 11.30am. Washed my hair, ate, came back to bed, and fell back asleep until nearly 4pm. And I'm still sleepy!

If I'm good tonight I'll crash early (say 9pm) and may be able to think straight in the morning. Argh. Not looking forward to the returning to work thing tomorrow...

I don't remember that at all.

Remember I mentioned my fear of peanutbutter? Yesterday, while talking to Mum, I mentioned this to her, and how I don't like the smell. She said that the reason I can't stand the smell is probably because it's connected to my fear, and she can remember that she couldn't even make peanutbutter sandwiches with me in the same room, without me getting upset. (I can remember that even at 15 or so, I couldn't make peanutbutter sandwiches for my little brother without feeling nauseous.)

Then she told me that I had tasted it. I have no recollection of this, whatsoever. But, apparently as a little kid (like 2 or 3 years old), she gave me smooth peanutbutter to try. My reaction? I stopped chewing/swallowing/breathing, turned bright red and started looking pretty distressed. Mum got me to spit out the peanutbutter (thinking perhaps that I was alergic to it, or something like that). From then onwards, she just reinforced the idea that "Mummy likes peanutbutter; Annie doesn't like peanutbutter".

Hmmmm... It's highly interesting because I don't remember this at all. I can remember explaining to a little boy (I was probably 3 or 4 at the time) that I didn't eat peanutbutter because it stuck your mouth together, which is why I can remember the fear.

Yeah, this was probably only intriguing to me.

In fannish stuff, happyminion has written the next in the Young American cousins series (Clark and Hamilton are pretty, pretty cousins) and I'm resisting PaintShop. I want to play with these boys, but I also want to post the next section of the WW fic tonight. So, no staring at pretty boys until I finish writing smut.

*sigh* Such a hard life. *bg*

WW fic: Part Four (or, "Smut, Glorious Smut!")

Woohoo! And that, ladies and gentlemen, is Wednesday night finished. (Hmmm... had planned to write about Thursday and Friday night too, but let's not rain on the parade, huh?)

I never realised writing smut was that hard. ("Hard" Heh.) Thanks to tboy for encouragement and handholding (and if I'm lucky, I may be able to drag her into WW and being a Josh/Sam 'shipper) and thanks to oxoniensis for reassurance, and pointing out my run-away tenses.

Previous part is here. ( West Wing: Sam/Josh fic Part 4 )

Het fic? Yeah, it's Dawn!

I was going to have an early night, and then I started reading Self-same Lore.

I liked it soooo much. (And I'm so glad that thete1 mentioned it, or I may have never read it.) It's season 6 from Dawn's perspective, but it's also a wonderful sexual coming-of-age story. The maturity, the youth, the less than pure innocence, it all rings so true. Seriously, I loved it. It felt real and believable and right for Dawn.

Even if it was all het sex. *g*

Meanwhile, I'm going to go to bed. Soonish.