Random stuff ...
Nov. 12th, 2007 07:10 am-- I am about to have cheesecake ice cream for breakfast, which gives you some idea just how bad a night I had at work.
-- Okay, seriously, this Luke/Noah schmoopy fic idea is turning into a freakin' monster. I haven't even written a word yet but I keep coming up with all these notes and plotlines and oh, of course we HAVE to know what happens with this person and that baby and dude, I don't even know. I'm going to end up with this weird soapy 'verse where Luke and Noah are just this cute little gay couple with kids who are perfectly normal up until they get blackmailed or roofied or come back from the dead three times in a week or whatever.
-- Apparently they ran an order through the DVD sometime yesterday called Naked Boys Singing! and the slipsheet with the naked guys on it was being passed around like a hot potato. See, everybody else kept one because of the naked guy inside and I just kept one so I could remember the names of the other gay-themed movies listed inside so I could look them up. Heh.
-- The snow began to fall on the diner two hours before the massacre. What do you think? That opening sentence work for you? (Don't mind me. The opening sentences on my original stories never make me happy unless someone else pats me on the head and says, "Okay, you can keep going now." *shrugs*)
-- Okay, seriously, this Luke/Noah schmoopy fic idea is turning into a freakin' monster. I haven't even written a word yet but I keep coming up with all these notes and plotlines and oh, of course we HAVE to know what happens with this person and that baby and dude, I don't even know. I'm going to end up with this weird soapy 'verse where Luke and Noah are just this cute little gay couple with kids who are perfectly normal up until they get blackmailed or roofied or come back from the dead three times in a week or whatever.
-- Apparently they ran an order through the DVD sometime yesterday called Naked Boys Singing! and the slipsheet with the naked guys on it was being passed around like a hot potato. See, everybody else kept one because of the naked guy inside and I just kept one so I could remember the names of the other gay-themed movies listed inside so I could look them up. Heh.
-- The snow began to fall on the diner two hours before the massacre. What do you think? That opening sentence work for you? (Don't mind me. The opening sentences on my original stories never make me happy unless someone else pats me on the head and says, "Okay, you can keep going now." *shrugs*)