HOLY CHRISTMAS I FINISHED FIC.

*babbles incoherently*

URK. ACK.

Um, I need to go edit. Let's see if I remember how!

\o/

Fic: Close Enough (As The World Turns)

Title: Close Enough
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: As The World Turns
Pairing: Noah/Luke
Word Count: 2,400 words
Rating: R
Summary: Futurefic at the Oscars, in which Noah is going to end up holding a naked man by the end of the night one way or another.
Author’s Note: *makes happy squeaking noises* Posted without a beta and yet I can't bring myself to care. \o/

( Close Enough )

Guess where I am?

I'm at Panera! You should know that already. Just lean to your left and ... there, yeah, see me sitting right behind the fireplace? Well, you should see me there, since apparently everybody on the planet is here right now. What the hell, y'all? It's Thursday, for crying out loud. Aren't all of you normal people with real jobs that don't suck hardcore as much as mine do supposed to be at work right now?

So you all saw I wrote fic, yes? I'm not fishing for comments or anything, honest. I'm just kind of spazzy right now to the point where I'm sorely tempted to grab somebody at the next table and say, "Hi! I finished a story for the first time in weeks! Isn't that AWESOME?! You want to read it? It's gay pooooorn ... *waves temptingly under their noses*"

Of course if you lean over my shoulder (because y'all know you're sitting right behind me right now elbowing me in the ribs, come ON) you'll see that I'm posting to LJ and my NaNo file isn't even open. *headsmack*

EDIT: I would have stayed home in the slim chance that we'd get more gay soap boys today, but the preview made it look like the Lying Sack o' Crap With Straightened Hair Hour and thanks bunches, ATWT, but NO.

This is the first time I've watched "Ugly Betty" in a few weeks now.

( A couple of comments )

And while I'm making quick comments about TV shows ...

( Supernatural )

More on "Supernatural"

( Random thoughts )

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I'm listening to fifties music to get in the mood for my NaNo and I'm suddenly realizing how inherently creepy all of it is. Sheesh.

Oh, my God, internet, would you stop crapping out on me? *cries*