Need sleep. Or a coma. Or some quality stabby-death.

[apocalypsos]

I'm very tired. Very. I haven't slept more than four hours in a row since Thursday. I don't know why, exactly. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that my brain is hopping around in my head and going, "I want to play! I want to play!" while my body pipes up in a whiny voice that I haven't eaten anything more substantial than iced tea and tuna fish sandwiches since Sunday.

Probably wouldn't be all that bad, in theory, but my brain's now decided to play naughty, naughty games with its Jack Sparrow, Spike, and Severus Snape dolls, and my body refuses to move even it means going down to the kitchen and skewering my eyes with barbecue forks to get the mental image out.

I swear, I didn't start out this slashy. PotC did this to me, damn it. I'd complain more, but I think it's really nice that Disney's corrupting me in the opposite direction for once, with visions of pretty pirates making out with one another dancing in my head. (Hey, and now there's waltzing. That's a neat trick. Wonder what would happen if I said, "visions of pretty pirates making out with one another shagging like bunnies in my ..." Ooo, there it is. Mmmmm ... niiiiiice.)

*happy sigh*

So maybe later I'll go outside and get a tan. Okay, fine, when I say, "tan," I meant "slightly darker shade of the pale I already am." Okay, when I say, "slightly darker shade of the pale I already am," I mean, "dark enough so that I won't look quite so much like the little clear-plastic, innards-filled people in biology class."

All right, first crack about my lack of height and/or melanin and someone gets onions in their underpants drawer. (Yeah, it's nasty. But if nothing else, think of the new pick-up line you could use! "Hey, baby, want to come home with me and cry yourself to sleep?")

Hee. I love Da Vinci's Notebook. *sigh* Sing me to sleep, fellas ...

Comments

[norabombay.livejournal.com]

See, Now you have me doing it.

Stopppp!!

Please stop having rabid monkey sex. All of you.

A girl's got to work!

[dustbunnygirl.livejournal.com]

Only way to get 'em to stop (and you already know this) is just to put pen to paper and make the damn pirate muses happy. Until you do, they'll be infecting every second of your conscious and unconscious thought. Like a sea-sprayed virus, they'll churn and swirl in your bloodstream, dancing on your grey matter, demanding your attention. Best thing to do is just do as they ask.

Of course, I'm not saying this because I'm sitting here waiting for said fiction. Of course not. We all know I don't read slash. Not innocent me.

But, since we've on occassion shared a brain cell or two, and the pirates seem to like dancing on that one cell like mad and there's no way I'm writing slash, you have to do it. So make it stop and do it!

[wenchamok.livejournal.com]

Of course, I'm not saying this because I'm sitting here waiting for said fiction. Of course not. We all know I don't read slash. Not innocent me.

*coughcough*Bullshit*coughcough*

Damn summer cold....

[dustbunnygirl.livejournal.com]

Are you doubting my innocence? Doubting moi? I'm shocked!

[wonderlander.livejournal.com]

Jack Sparrow, Spike, and Severus Snape
My, that's a nice mental picture.

[1st-folio.livejournal.com]

Do it, TP--saw it again last night and it was even better the second time. AND this time waited for after the credits so got to see a little pressie at the end...

I would love to read some good pirate slash! Oh please! But PLEASE let them have decent teeth! Those teeth make me sick! Not Jack's--at least he got his bad ones capped gold. LOL. So sparkly!

C

The plot bunny has attatched itself to my brain

[wonderlander.livejournal.com]

It will probably take a lot of time.
First I have to find a way to get them together, and my mind won't let me do the "fell through a portal" bit.
Then I need to take 5 litmus tests for each character.
Then I need to go through many beta readers until they are thouroughly sick of me.
Anal retentive? Yes. This is why I usually don't write fanfiction.