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nine o'clock blues
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*

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