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I guess there's a new meme going around that goes like this -- If you have never eaten a baby, post this in your journal.

Well, a baby what, exactly? Tapeworm? Hippo? Harp seal? We need to specify here, people. Some of us have eccentric eating habits, after all. Disclaimer: We don't really have eccentric eating habits, because, I mean, baby tapeworms? *may never stop throwing up*

I'm too tired to write anymore tonight. G'night, all.

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You know, I had an idea for a crossover fic yesterday that damn near killed me, and I think I can guarantee no one's ever written it before. Aaaaaand I swore I wouldn't write it until I finished the one I'm writing now.

... damn it.

I think ithurtsmybrain did exactly that, because now I can come up with fucked-up pairing fics all by my lonesome. Granted, this one wouldn't be a romantic pairing, but someone at work was talking about movies and mentioned a couple of particular ones, and suddenly this gigantic plotbunny jumped out of the copier room and ate my head. And no, I'm not going to mention which two, because I want it to be a surprise. Although, I have written one of them in fic before, if that's any bit of a hint.

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Yay! I got a good chunk of my xmmficathon story done!

Urgh. At this rate, I'll still be working on it well into Thursday.

*headdesk*

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Today's "Bitch Moment" is brought to you by the letters M and K and the number 2.

[While flipping through this week's People]
Me: Want to order lunch?
Bosslady: No, thanks. I brought a sandwich.
Me: Oh. Good for you.
Bosslady: You know, I could bring in a sandwich for you tomorrow.
Me: Tell you what. How about you make me a sandwich, put in a box, slap on a stamp and mail it to Mary-Kate Olsen?

Jesus, if I weren't already going to Hell, that'd be worth a free ticket right there.

So, armed with this week's People, I taunted Bosslady, who's easily the biggest Spider-Man fan I know in real life, with the movie review they had, which gave it three and a half stars. Then I read through to the end where they had a tidbit on making Alfred Molina look good for the movie and all I could think of was octopedingenue, who's apparently off for the midnight showing. No bloody fair ... grumblegrumble ... I wanna go ... grumblegrumble ...

Meanwhile, I'm going to finish this story ASAP if it kills me. Which, by the way, it probably will. But that other plotbunny I mentioned ... well, let me put it this way.

Imagine, if you will, an innocent little bunny rabbit. Soft grey fur, big brown eyes, and oh-so-calmly nibbling on grass in a pretty, meadow. Now imagine a tough, tattooed bunny with a cigar and brass knuckles showed up and beat the living shit out of the other bunny.

I'm sure you understand my dilemma. I don't quite think plotbunnies are allowed to issue death threats.