Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

Hiiii LJ.

I feel so bad when I neglect you. So I shall give you a link to my fic as a shiny present.

Ozymandias. It's all angsty and WWBHy and I'm actually quite fond of it. There is a world ending, people! All kinds of crazy things happen!

edit: Hee

You Are 66% Addicted to the Internet

In your opinion, life without the internet is hardly worth living. Could be, but you probably need a bit more fresh air and sunshine to think clearly.

My mother is actually injecting Febreze into the couch. With an actual needle and syringe and all that other shot-like goodness- to inject our couch with Febreze.

The day is young, but I am officially one-fifth of the way done with my 1character sentences! That's all kinds of fabulous! Baby steps.

(Although, seriously, I better start approaching the dearly departed fic like a science project. In that I have deadlines for certain pieces. Like... plot. Fleshed out plot. 250 words. 500 words. 750 words. 1000 words. Title. Or else what happened for SpySanta is going to happen. Or worse yet, what happened with the Nack ficathon, wherein I managed to write exactly none of what the poor girl asked for because no matter how hard I tried for it, I had like, two days and no ideas. Poor thing.)

Speaking of Nack, I got Ollie to read it, because she made me read this depressing House fic even though I don't watch House and have such! big! issues! with the name "Cuddy." Honestly, if I can't call Dana "Scully" I would not be able to call someone with the perfectly acceptable name of Lisa "Cuddy." Because that name irks me. Anyway. And Ollie was saying... saying she didn't understand Nack! And I had to at least try. She says she understands, but the brilliance was blocked by the social ideas of incest and whatnot. Foolish, foolish limitations.

Also, a very happy birthday to yahtzee63, who writes the brilliant Nack and other marvelous things.

Nack, per thepodsquad's request.

( The Unbearable Lightness )