The Toybox

This is a story of a Girl who shall remain nameless, who wrote fic in my folder and forgot about it. You might say, tragic, and so it is, becaue this is a bastard story, unclaimed by it's creator, left alone and lost in the world. It's creepy, frankly, if I wrote something and don't remember it. More logical someone else did it and I had it saved on my hard drive.

*sighs* Okay, it'd be more comfortable if someone else had, because it's scary to think you can write a fic and not remember it.

This Girl, who could be called jenn, found it and read it and then said, I kid you not, to those chatting wiht her...

"I didn't write this."

Evidence suggests I did, what with it being in my folder and all. Helpful people point it out to me. Numerous times. I accused all my friends of writing fic and somehow transplanting it into my computer--before you wonder, I was reading Josselin's Alien!B/J fic and so, I thought this was very possible.

Still.

It doesn't feel like mine-mine. I spellchecked and edited, and I"m posting it, because if I didn't write it, I want the person who *did* to jump up in memory, or if someone in AIM was around when I was allegedly writing it and can guarantee it's maternity.

Post Season Two fic, AU on, no season three canon to be found. If you haev some vague memory of seeing it before, or me showing it to you, leap up and testify, and yes, you can tell, I've fallen off the good-no-drugs-to-sleep wagon and am grudgingly depleteing my small stash of Ambien for a good cause.

I might have posted this before, so ignore if I have, or maybe I imagined that. If I did, you'd think I'd imagine something more intereting than this.

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Well, day after tomorrow, I start live as an advisor. Someone, somewhere, thought it was a good idea to give me adult responsibilities. This is worrying me about the human race in general.

But. Officey things! Happy!

First Off

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to jaymalea, who rocks, addicts, prods, and coaxes in equal measure. *hugshughugs* You are wonderous, chica, and I hope you have a wonderful, wonderful birthday. Or had one. Still having one?

*hugs hard*

People Reviewing the Episode

See, I wish I had something to say, but I pretty much lost all ability to articulate watching all the pretty B/Jness. *happy sigh* So. Other people.

quinn222 gets all insightful, such as, Brian with a plan is never a good thing., which I am in total agreement with. Brian should never be left to his own devices in making a single decision about his emotions or relationships. It's like giving cats shoes. When is this a good idea?

I *told* you I was getting weird with the comparisons.

reboot_wml is really sympathetic to Michael. And wise and stuff. She says, My first thoughts about 408 are about the ‘shoulds’ that should have taken place in this episode.

valerie_z is full of the Justin love in, telling us Justin represents all I aspire to be: brave, adorable, and hot in cargo pants. He really is hot in cargo pants. Or you know, naked. I could live with more naked, less pants.

*sighs* And if wishes were horses....

sweetestdrain says that Ted freaked me out. Just a little. But I liked it. What's the deal, now that Ben's gone schizoid, Ted has to be resident Zen Man? Cool by me, just. Odd..

jainieg is all sweet and moody, talking about Oh, my god. The pain! Owie owie owie owie ow ow ow ow ow!. Hmm.

sparkledark is very, very clever, saying, Justin- so cute I can no longer cope. The cuteness has seriously rendered me incoherent where his character is concerned. It has reached dangerous proportions. His fuzzy head and his radiant face and his relentless love for Brian, and really, the Justin love on my friendslist falleth like manna. It's comforting.

wrenlet is just fun to read, isn't she? She says stuff like this; I have to say, I have not hated the Ted arcs, or been bored with them, or any of that but it just makes me all warm right about here *waves hand* that Ted is back to having the biggest heart in Babylon, as Michael said of him first season.. *sighs* Oh Ted. Sometimes, you are fun. Just not while having sex with Blake. That's me saying that, not wrenlet.

throughadoor all amuses me with the Michael thoughts, and also, this; oh ben, for a moment there i didn't completely loathe you, because, whee! I have an ally! I need one. I am an island in my hate. *sigh*

circusgirl is thoughtful; Did Hal Sparks finally break out the glycerine? The world may never know..

I'm missing bigboobedcanuck already, in so many sad ways. Sad, sad ways.

*sighs*

But she will give us fic (please God, give us fic) and so I will mourn only for the rest of the season.

Okay, one comment. Mostly because seriously, I am all about the angstiness. See, this is when I say, I was on crack, worrying about all that schmoop. Because, ouchies.

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Also, lierdumoa is writing leather porn. My life is *so* good right now. Brownies. There should be mystical chewy brownies *any* minute now.