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nine o'clock blues
bored
seperis
I'm amusing myself with the fact I woke up at *eight thirty* this morning after running, running from AIM and Yahoo last night at four--oh God, *four*--and I am so not sleepy. I feel like, I don't know, building a second rabbit fortress or something.

No, I'm not! I'm just saying.

Pointless Desert Porn (with added fruit!) is being stared at by adannu who, poor girl, possibly put a contract out on me when I said, "No, please, nitpick more!" and asking her to suggest things. It's all very sad. I mean, for her. For me, I get a fixed story out of it. What's not to love?

I'm staring blankly at The Forest People again. I have stared sadly at it since freaking *January*. The really sad, sad, sad part of this is that all I really wanted to write was feral porn. I mean, there was no great theme or meaning, just people fucking in a forest. And I do not see why it had to start going places where the question 'why' has to be answered. That's cheating. I do not see why I cannot make a thriving industry from writing happy porn.

*sighs* I need my flist to update now, 'k? I need *stimulation*. No, the mental kind. And stop thinking this entire John of Arabia thing that adannu planted in my head. It's--just don't ask.


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John of Arabia eh? *raises eyebrows*

*throws hands up* The overwhelming image I have is John inheriting a harem and hiding in variosu places while hot girls and guys stalk him to get into his pants and become one of his chief spouses. There is a lot of John running and hiding. And you know, being really pretty in sultan clothes.

Special hell. Very.

"Well this is...ah," Dr. McKay glanced around the huge tent, taking in the multudinous harem and the hanging silks and the overstuffed baroque furniture, "this is all yours?"

John shifted uncomfortably, wishing he'd stuck to western clothing. The head gear he was wearing was distracting; it kept drifting over his shoulder and tickling his nipples. "Um...yes." Somewhere behind them he distinctly heard a whispered "What does he have that we haven't got?" and the whispered response almost made John wince. "A big mouth...I mean, my GOD, just look at that."

"So," John decided to try to take control of the situation, "you're an archelogist? Are there...buried treasures...here?"

*splort* I can so see the harem getting all catty and how they get. *snicker*

Are you *trying* to stop my heart?

*imagines John and smiles*

You see that is what happens when you start with deserts and porn, you end up with John of Arabia sneaking in through the gaps. All dusty and lean in sultan clothes, with scimitars.

On that note, I am going to seek a shower and sleep. *nods*

Maybe I just have a deep desire to see John the sultan wearing eyeliner.

I am going to the *special hell*.

Oh god. *Scimitars*

*swoons*

Oh God. Eyeliner. *zones out*
Pointy toed, bejewelled slippers.
Scimitars.
Fragrant oils and spices.

That had better be a roomy special hell, because I think it is going to get crowded mighty fast.

*resigned* There will be massages with oils, you know. While poor John twitches and theyr'e all, *relax* sir, let us feel you up in the name of relaxation.

*grins*
Is there any other reason for oil? I mean, good reason.
Can you imagine trying to get the eyeliner on him? He'd almost get stabbed in the eye ... which would be a good reason to try feel him up relax him through crafty, exotic oils...

Oh my GOD I HATE YOU.

HE SO COULD BE!

You know you wanna write it. *g*

*points to icon*

*grin* I still don't know what I'd call the Pointless Desert Porn, though...

And what's all this about planting? You picked up on that and ran with it, missy. But I'm not arguing about getting John in Lawrence of Arabia robes, oh no. :D

John of Arabia

*snickers for like 10 mins*

So in an interesting reversal from your "No sleep, and I feel fine," I woke up at 5:30 PM today, having gone to sleep at 10:00 PM the night before, and I'm still tired. I mention this because sometime in those 19.5 hours of sleep, I had a dream that I checked my flist, and you had posted that one (all?) of your rabbits was/were pregnant, and you were about to own 27 rabbits in total. But you were all, oh no, it's fine! I'm building an addition on the rabbit fortress!

And I was like, that girl needs an intervention.

*cries laughing*

Ooh my God. I can see this.

You kill me. Oh God. I mean, horror, but that is so something I would do.

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