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gggPFSSSSSSSSSSST -- the sound of a drowning man
WORK. Think of the largest, toothiest, most evil monster that you can, then add warts and pimples and exploding sacs of pus and then multiply it by a factor of fifteen, and maybe you might approximate the hell that is WORK. 'nuff said.
LEGS. They ache, from not being able to run (weather) and walking too much (work) and sitting down too much (work) and walking the same damned area (work). LEGS.
TIRED. The feeling that one gets when one wants to write fic (so much fic) and yet cannot keep one's eyes open long enough to do so. TIRED.
TASTY. Hazelnut coffee. TASTY.
BEAUTIFUL. The Tseng sketch that appeared in my room. Insanely BEAUTIFUL.
BED. The place I long to be. BED.
FULL OF NOTHING.
-- the bizarre meme for Valentine's that's going around, is. I'll do yours if you do mine, wink wink nudge nudge. February is the SEASON FOR LOVE, because the holiday makes me want to alternately laugh and beat things up. The cards that are going on sale are *__________* FULL OF NOTHING.
BRAINS. Something that I do not have. BRAINS.
POST OFFICES. Something that I wish we had more of. POST OFFICES.
MONEY. Something I wish I had an unlimited supply of. MONEY.
DEATH. What beckons. DEATH.
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OUTRAGEOUS. The sudden urge to rewind 24802984 years of my life, since the unbearable urge to write Tezuka/Fuji PRINCE OF TENNIS fic has suddenly exploded in my mind. OUTRAGEOUS.
DAUNTING. The prospect of finishing my last-ish![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rahmbamarama fic. It feels bigger than my head is right now. DAUNTING.
DIARRHOEA. What I have, verbally, at this point in my Sliding Scale of Squinty Fail. DIARRHOEA.
LEGS. They ache, from not being able to run (weather) and walking too much (work) and sitting down too much (work) and walking the same damned area (work). LEGS.
TIRED. The feeling that one gets when one wants to write fic (so much fic) and yet cannot keep one's eyes open long enough to do so. TIRED.
TASTY. Hazelnut coffee. TASTY.
BEAUTIFUL. The Tseng sketch that appeared in my room. Insanely BEAUTIFUL.
BED. The place I long to be. BED.
FULL OF NOTHING.
-- the bizarre meme for Valentine's that's going around, is. I'll do yours if you do mine, wink wink nudge nudge. February is the SEASON FOR LOVE, because the holiday makes me want to alternately laugh and beat things up. The cards that are going on sale are *__________* FULL OF NOTHING.BRAINS. Something that I do not have. BRAINS.
POST OFFICES. Something that I wish we had more of. POST OFFICES.
MONEY. Something I wish I had an unlimited supply of. MONEY.
DEATH. What beckons. DEATH.
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OUTRAGEOUS. The sudden urge to rewind 24802984 years of my life, since the unbearable urge to write Tezuka/Fuji PRINCE OF TENNIS fic has suddenly exploded in my mind. OUTRAGEOUS.
DAUNTING. The prospect of finishing my last-ish
rahmbamarama fic. It feels bigger than my head is right now. DAUNTING.DIARRHOEA. What I have, verbally, at this point in my Sliding Scale of Squinty Fail. DIARRHOEA.
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Re: Valentine's. Full of nothing is right. Alternatively, it is full of fluff; February is so full of fluff that gets into one's eyes and ears and mouth and nose (and whatever other orifices you care to mention) that I'm tempted to take to it with a de-pilling comb. The <3 is a good thing, but I really do not care for the cards. Too much red, too many hearts.
Re: death. If you notice a light, turn tail and run. Remember, K, in the opposite direction, not towards it!
Re: outrageous unspeakable things. DO NOT DO IT. FATIGUE IS THE WORKAHOLIC'S VERSION OF GETTING PISSED AS HELL. YOU WILL REGRET YOUR IMPULSE WHEN YOU REGAIN NORMAL FUNCTION.
Sleepiness and Sleeplessness somehow coexist in my world. This should not be. Also, (VERBAL) DIARRHOEA IS CONTAGIOUS. WHO KNEW?
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RE: VALENTINE'S - I SHARE THE UNIVERSE'S FEAR OF LONELINESS, EXCEPT NOT WITH THE KIND OF VIOLENCE THAT IS TYPICALLY EXPRESSED IN PEOPLE'S FLISTS. SURE, IT SUCKS TO BE ALONE, BUT DUDE, THE RAGE AND ANGER, NO, NOT COOL. BESIDES. I HAVE WORK ON THAT DAY. AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA.
RE: DEATH. BUT LIGHTS ARE SO PRETTY. PRETTY LIKE BURNING.
RE: OUTRAGEOUS ... INGS: BUT THESE TWO ARE SO COMPLICATED AND BEAUTIFUL AND STRANGE AND OH, BY THE WAY, IN MY LULL OF BEING ABLE TO WRITE A SANE PIECE OF FIC MY STYLE, I WAS THINKING OF TAKING ALL THE FANDOM AU TROPES I KNOW AND WRITING TSENGFIC. LIKE,
TSENG IN HIGHSCHOOL
TSENG'S NEW APARTMENT
TSENG AND _______ DURING VALENTINE'S/CHRISTMAS/NEW YEAR
ANGELS AND TSENG
TSENG AND VAMPIRES
_____ AND TSENG GO ON VACATION
SO ON AND SO FORTH. ALAS, BRAIN.
I AM SO TIRED I CANNOT SLEEP. HAVE I SAID THAT YET?
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HAHA. TSENG AND VAMPIRES...BWAHAHAHA! TSENG ON HOLIDAYS. TO THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. SOMEWHERE LIKE PERTH. SNICKERS. TSENG ON VALENTINE'S. HOW (IN)APPROPRIATE.
if we didn't have names and faces we'd be insomniacs anonymous
Tseng and vampires would be so damned awesome. He'd set them all on fire, or something. Tseng on vacation, what. He's like the weird fandom kid who always wants to be alone. So useless. So useless.
If I wake up early enough tomorrow you'll have Lucifer in your inbox next week. BUT CAN I.
Re: if we didn't have names and faces we'd be insomniacs anonymous
It’s kind of like, despite plenty of evidence to the contrary, my brain is still convinced that the mind/body dualism stands so that my body may be aching and tired as hell from two straight days of strenuous exercise, but my mind says NOPE, FEELING FRISKY RIGHT NOW, LET’S DO THE MENTAL EQUIVALENT OF A 10K RUN, NEVERMIND THE TIME – I TAKE PLEASURE IN SCREWING WITH YOUR BIOLOGICAL CLOCK.
Re: Tseng and the undead. With a little makeup and some proper costuming, he'd make a dashing (albeit Oriental) Count Vlad.
Re: waking up at ungodly hours of the morning. YOU ARE ALREADY AWAKE AT AN UNGODLY HOUR, ARE YOU NOT? SIMPLY SKIP THE SLEEPING BIT AND YOUR GOAL IS ACHIEVED. OHOHOHO.
Re: if we didn't have names and faces we'd be insomniacs anonymous
go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed go to bed okay i'm tired of hand typing.
mmmmmmmm, tseng the undead dude. how is this different from his normal operating procedure? he and lucifer can hang out. chill.
OKAY DEFINITELY HEADING TOWARDS SLEEP LAND NOW I SUGGEST YOU DO THE SAMEISH.
Re: if we didn't have names and faces we'd be insomniacs anonymous
I AM NOT BORED, MERELY SEMI-CONSCIOUS. I WILL HEAD OVER TO THE COUCH AND SEE IF A CHANGE OF SCENE WILL HELP ME SLEEP. G'NIGHT, FELLOW INSOMNIAC.
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All zip folders.
Tsuji Ayano (http://perevision.com/temp/music/Tsuji_Ayano.zip): cute poppy Japanese songs. One slightly creepy remix thrown in by accident; use at your discretion.
Vexille OST (http://perevision.com/temp/music/vexille_ost.zip): soundtrack for big anime movie called Vexille by Paul Oakenfold.
Also currently uploading Royksopp's Melody A.M.
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