hurm.

[taleya]

Hurm......

*ponders*

OK, I don't want to be That Writer, with the giant fic that mutates beyond control until everyone is so bloody embarrassed for them that they never point out that it's gone to shit.

Who wants to nitpick? Gonna make a custom friends filter for new parts of that damned brain-eating mpreg up on the Sherlock Holmes kink meme to be torn apart before I stuff 'em up there. Any takers?


EDIT: I AM TRYING TO ANGST. WHY THE FUCK AM I CONTINUING THE TALES OF JAMMY WATSON???

Comments

[mothergoddamn.livejournal.com]

My internet will be sporadic until next Sunday, so if I miss a chapter it's not because I'm not hating it! Put me on that filter, please and I'll check in when can. :)

[taleya.livejournal.com]

if I miss a chapter it's not because I'm not hating it

....This was a fucking brilliant indicator of how sleep deprived I am. I got your meaning without any hint of mental gear clashing

*flomps*

[mothergoddamn.livejournal.com]

I SUFFER FROM MALAPROPISM BAD STYLE, MAN.

[taleya.livejournal.com]

THAT IS OK, I HAVE COMPOSED AND POSTED ANOTHER FIVE PAGES OF WANGSTY CRACK AT YOUUUUUU!

[synecdoche-and.livejournal.com]

Put me on that filter. I can't promise I'll be of any use, but I'll do my best.

[siamesegoth2.livejournal.com]

ME ME ME!

Also been absent, shit hit the fan, I'm taking refuge under the desk, at least it's safe there for the moment.

[taleya.livejournal.com]

gack *tugs you into lap* come tell momma leya all about it...

(added you btw. On reflection I should just add you to all future fgroups by default. You're already in the existing ones But it's really only an expanded version of what I was faffing at you the other night. )

[siamesegoth2.livejournal.com]

Faffing is a good thing XD

As for the shit, Papa's chemo went badly leaving him looking and feeling like shit and passing out to the point meds were given and now Maman's mamogram came back suspect, she's been in remission. They'll find out in two weeks if it's cancer or not and on top of that she fell heavily last week and broke 2-3 ribs.

And through all this all Yves can think about is, WHY WONT YOU BABY SIT MY PRECIOUS CROTCH SNOTTLINGS.

I'm this far from phoning them and starting WW3 the only thing stopping me is that my in-laws will get the shitty end of the stick.

In return Chris has been a wound up, grumpy beast , I know why but yeah, draining. And today I got sleeping pills because I've not been going to bed until about 4-5 in the morning and up again at 7-7.30 so i'm sleeping my life away during the day and , RWAR sums it up nicely.

I'm gonna run away. fuck it.

Sorry, ranting. _-_

[taleya.livejournal.com]

oh fuck sweetie. *snuggles tightly*

Fucking Yves and patou. Say the word and I'll mince them. Feet first

[starlingthefool.livejournal.com]

I will nitpick. I need something to point my brain at, so editing would be great.

[taleya.livejournal.com]

Added and refresh! (post is already up)

i have the feeling the second part is derailing a bit at the start. Hrmm.

[lenore-112.livejournal.com]

girl, i am loving your stories! friend me?

[taleya.livejournal.com]

Hiya,

sorry, my flist is comprised of people I actually am friends with and converse with on a regular basis! (straaange but true :) Feel free to friend me if you like, but this is a personal journal, not just a fic one, so there will be other stuff that comes up more often than not.

I do have a fic-only website if you'd rather fuck about with that :D http://www.homepages.ihug.com.au/~taleya/