PG-13 The truth comes out. Warnings: Mentions of incest and non-consensual sex.

Yep, my sleep rhythm is totally fucked over. All thanks to that stupid bed. In a good bed I can sleep when I am just a little bit exhausted. In this one only when I am really tired.

The problem is, I can not seem to concentrate on my uni stuff. It is 4.20 am and I am just thinking about what and if I should eat.

I guess I try to finish some fanstuff and see if I can find a bit of peace of mind to work on my important stuff. It is not that much for the weekend - but I would feel better if I got this assignment done.

Also funny - my laptop crashed and totally threw me off. But at least it always comes back alright after shutting it off.

Mood: blah

So I was going to write this lovely happy entry today about how this morning, teh boy came in from checking on the dogs across the street and then climbed into bed and was FREEZING COLD and how I was yelling at him for being a sparklepire and then started pondering how the idea of sharing a bed with someone who is always FREEZING COLD and never ever gets warm could ever be even remotely sexy, BUT

I'm too rageful to do that because my editing client (for whom I spent two days working through his ridiculous chemistry paper on chicken selenoenzymes and hepatocytes and blah blah blah it was like dropping my eyes in HCl) refuses to take an hour out of his weekend to chat with me about the editing suggestions like he agreed to do before he sent me his paper because he has to "prepare to examination."

I e-mailed my professor and he was like, "No, you have to chat with this guy or else you fail" so I'm kind of irate right now and hating people.

Mood: irate

Title: Venus' Nipples
Author: faynia
Prompt: #305 (first prompt) by marguerite_26
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: When Private Investigator Harry Potter is hired to investigate the strange behaviour of his client's wife, he stumbles into the last person he expected to find.
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 10,000
Author's Notes: Oh mods, how I love thee, let me count the ways. Without you, and your patience and gentle (and encouraging) prods, I might never have finished this thing. ♥!

And a special thank you to both leemarchais and aislinntlc for taking the time to read through this and point out my many flaws. You're both the greatest!



Venus' Nipples is now posted over at hd_career_fair!

GUYS, LOOK, IT GOT POSTED. FINALLY. Awesome.

The Daring Bakers November 2009 Challenge hosted by Lisa Michele of Parsley, Sage, Desserts and Line Drives She chose the Italian Pastry, Cannolo (Cannoli is plural), using the cookbooks Lidia’s Italian-American Kitchen by Lidia Matticchio Bastianich and The Sopranos Family Cookbook by Allen Rucker; recipes by Michelle Scicolone, as ingredient/direction guides. She added her own modifications/changes, so the recipe is not 100% verbatim from either book.

Previously in our story:

Three minutes later Sei had appropriated Jack's phone and office and was keeping a nervous eye on his still loco paramour, breaking the unwritten law of their relationship.

"Irvine? Lamsey. Put Elle on the phone. It's about Lee and I don't have time to play twenty questions with you."


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IT IS ONLY TWO MONTHS BEYOND THE DUE DATE. ONE MONTH SINCE THE END OF THE FEST. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? IT IS DONE!

I FINISHED THE HELL OUT OF THAT hd_career_fair FIC, AND IT IS DONE. EDITED AND SPARKLY AND DONE.

:D



The capslock was necessary. Sorry.

Here are my dragons!

Oh, hey, good luck to my fellow retail slaves! TOMORROW IS GOING TO BE A BLAST. I'm going to make it worse for some poor bastard because I'm going to do some shopping before I have to be at work (at 6am omg). But damn it, one of those laptops WILL BE MINE. :|

This post originally made at Dreamwidth.

they need views. off to watch Star Trek on dvd!~

and now, deeeep thoughts....

lj-tags: twitahs

• 10:50 @darknessdescend 30K? hey, you're still kickin' butt! You can do it - go go go! :D #

You remember the Taylor paper, right? The huge freaking thing I kept posting here all through October? Here are the comments I got:

Grading (100 points) Aims and objectives: 20/20 Creative wiring skills & arguments:30/30 Clarification of conclusion: 30/30 Academic style:10/10 Reference: 10/10 Grade: 100(A+) ----------------------------------- Comments: -Research aims and objectives was clearly stated with appropriate research methodology. -Well-organized logical sequences to reveal the meaning of legal terms, its applications, and related issues. -Excellent case studies to support the main research issue. -Clear and reasonable concluding remarks.

So, yes, I CAN write research papers. Weekly essays, forget it. They just aren't long enough.

(Got all A's this semester, too. I'm amazed; how about you?)

Mood: satisfied

I think one of the things I hate the most about watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade is how my dad complains about the music. *G* However, I want to know why they're not singing happier songs. WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT LEAVING YOUR BOYFRIEND IN THE THANKSGIVING PARADE? :|

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! We're not doing the whole "family getting together" thing. *SHRUG* It's just going to be the three of us, which is just fine with me. XD

This post originally made at Dreamwidth.

Title: About Last Friday
Pairings: Hotch/Reid, Rossi/Prentiss
Rating: PG
WC: 1759
Summary: After Foyet.
Notes: Thanks to resolucidity for a quick beta. SPOILERS for "100".

Series: This is part of a series of Season Five episode tags I've been writing.
1. Not So Alone
2. Weeping Endures for a Night
3. The Blink of an Eye
4. Trust and Regret
5. Something Pretty Wonderful
6. Hope and Bourbon
7. Shaking Things Up
8. Cementing
9. Life Goes On
10. Reeling


( 11. About Last Friday )

Mood: tired

Title: About Last Friday
Pairings: Hotch/Reid, Rossi/Prentiss
Rating: PG
WC: 1759
Summary: After Foyet.
Notes: Thanks to resolucidity for a quick beta. SPOILERS for "100".

Series: This is part of a series of Season Five episode tags I've been writing.
1. Not So Alone
2. Weeping Endures for a Night
3. The Blink of an Eye
4. Trust and Regret
5. Something Pretty Wonderful
6. Hope and Bourbon
7. Shaking Things Up
8. Cementing
9. Life Goes On
10. Reeling


( 11. About Last Friday )

Mood: tired

If you've commented on a post....

If you've left a drive-by-hug...

If you've read and enjoyed a fic I've written...

If you commented on the fic...

If you've stood by me in the good and bad...

If you've shared your life with me...

If you've laughed or groaned at my insanity...

If you've written for or enjoyed fics at my little H/D community slythindor100

If I've been lucky enough to have met you at a fandom event...

Fandom is a funny place. We laugh with each other. We cry at each others sorrows and cheer the victories...large and small. And sometimes we hurt each others feelings. I hope I've never done that...but I'm human and I make mistakes. If you're ever in the Chicago area - let me know...I'd love to meet every single one of you.

Today and everyday....

Mood: content

I agreed to work tonight, Turkey night, even though it's my night off, because my co-worker's family is going out of town and my own family isn't celebrating until tomorrow which I told him he'd be working for me.

In retrospect this may be a good thing, considering I've been watching the Bones marathon with my mother, and ended up having the creepiest, scariest dream last night. It haunted me past waking up.

I was a young boy about fifteen, and my best friend was a photographer, and I was looking through some of his shots of the 'restoration' project going on, which had something to do with an school, a river bank, and a lot of flooding in the past, and the restoration included a lot of mud being taken out of the foundations and other stuff being thrown in.

I saw bones. Skeletons. In the pictures. And looking into the project got me killed, because the head construction guys were the old students of the school, and had buried three kids down in the mud way back when. Then they shoved me in the mud and buried me. And because it was a dream I'm sitting there pointing at my sneakered feet asking people to just *look* at me and help me and the only people who can see me (besides the bad guys) are the souls of the three dead kids.

And somehow I managed to pry myself away from the project site (which *hurt* enough I almost woke up) and start walking home, and as I do I pass my photographer friend and wave and he says hi to me like nothings wrong, right up until some girl shows up to tell him I've gone missing, and the only thing on my mind is getting into the shower to get the fucking mud off.

Then I thankfully woke up with an irate cat wanting to be let outside.

Point of the story? Don't watch creepy marathons before passing out!!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Turkey day, everyone! Thanks to the most wonderful sassy_cissa for playing dragon catcher for us! She has some awesome dragon egg mojo cause I've been trying for days and nothing.

Little Secret's scroll and eggies: ~*~ ~*~
~*~

Halo's scroll and eggies: ~*~ ~*~ ~*~