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my folders are a menace
brown flower
seperis
The moment I realized I really, really need to get out more:

Frantic search for the edited copy of my Surfacing story through three folders and feverishly comparing the one I found with beta remarks to see if this is the one and finding a spelling error (Oh my God. It was on paper and people bought it and what if that spelling error made it through?).

My zines are held hostage by svmadelyn. I didn't even know we could release them! I thought it was two years! I didn't know it was time! I forgot I wrote it. I was mildly surprised to recognize cesperanza's, thinking, when did I buy a zine, wait. Wait. Wait. Why do I know this story?. Because I never said I was quick on the uptake, but in my defense, chopchica linked me to traumatizing fic, then I remembered the one I read with Rodney's cock compared to a fire hose and I can't be blamed, can I?

Did that paragraph even make sense?

(I am going to cheerfully blame at least part of this on the fact that I'm detoxing myself from Ritalin for five days; there's a boring story to go with this that comes down to a.) want to see if I can function without having it. (I can, but I forgot how chaotic it is when my focus is off; it takes a really disturbing amount of time to get anything done and at this point, I'm so used to the habit that it's pretty much all I have to work with) and b.) I'm vaguely worried about my tolerance, plus secret answer c.) because I left the bottle at work and while yes, I could go get it, that's a long drive and I dont' want to explain to security that I really really am just an idiot who locked their ritalin up with the spagettios. This experiment in self-dopamine control by the power of my will might likely end the second I walk into my office on Monday morning. I am not too proud to say, this is so much less fun than I remembered.)

I can see homework this weekend is going to be swell.

On the other hand, I got three differnt type of brownie mix and two kinds of cookie mix. I really can't complain that much.


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I love the fact that you always blame the traumatizing fics on me and forget the part where *you linked me first* "GO READ THE ONE WHERE'S RODNEY'S A BIRDMAN! AND MAKE LADYCAT READ IT TOO!"

DON'T PLAY THE INNOCENT VICTIM WITH ME, MISSY!

My innocence is obvious. To everyone. *sniffs*

(I can, but I forgot how chaotic it is when my focus is off; it takes a really disturbing amount of time to get anything done and at this point, I'm so used to the habit that it's pretty much all I have to work with)

Word, oh dear Lord, word. I've realised that if I want to get anything done, I need my ritalin. Without it my brain really doesn't like to filter out extranious noise and is way too easily distracted (and is even more out of sight, out of mind, than it usually is). I've developed a strategy where I have it in two bottles: one for home and one in my laptop bag since half the time I forget to take it at home!

Edited at 2008-02-23 07:52 am (UTC)

*nodnodnod* I used to leave a certain amount at home, just in case. Totally forgot that this time. *sighs*

Did that paragraph even make sense?

::pats you:: No baby, it didn't. But you're really adorable like this.

Wow, otherwise, your tale sounds awfully familiar. J has done that a coupla times. Or forgotten to pick up the prescription. He's like a big happy dog when he's off his meds.

And sweet potato, you got's a chemical thing going on. It' not gonna just go away. ::looks sadly a bipolar meds::

Lastly; fire hose? WTF? Also, spaghettios?

Wow, so didn't mean for that to rhyme.

*bites lip* I didn't see they rhymed either. Oh my. *mulls*

Fire hose, spaghettios. Got yer nose!

P.S. Send link to fire hose fic. This I gotta see. Kthx.

If I get enough people, I'll do a locked post in a bit with several--interesting links. *g*

Um, I will play different characters if that helps fill the quota. Talk in funny voices. Stuff like that.

P.S. Your icon makes me just stare and stare and stare at John's mouth. Nngh.

John's mouth has that effect, yes. *g*

You are way more easily traumatized than me.

The HP skullfucking did definitely scrape away the outer layer of my ick, but seriously, there's something terrifying about reading it at *work* unexpectedly.

Yeah. HP fandom has a way to harden you. I think my top squick reactions were all to HP stories as well. I vaguely recall one, where death eaters used aging potions on female babies to rape and impregnate them to increase the wizarding population, only mentally the victims hadn't aged... That squicked me more than necrophilia.

Considering the list of links you are making me peruse, you cannot speak of traumatizing fic lady.

But that is out of love!

A strange and twisted hurtful kind of love? Well it's fandom and everyone knows nothing says I love you like a black eye.

then I remembered the one I read with Rodney's cock compared to a fire hose and I can't be blamed, can I?
WAIT, WHAT? :D

I'll search it up. *bites lip*

my folders are a menace

Okay, I'm getting that you wrote a story that was published in the zine "Surfacing" - so - it's okay to publish it on LJ now - so, may we have the link....??? Pretty please??? I'm dying to read it!
Love, max

Re: my folders are a menace

Hee! As soon as I find it.

Oh yeah thats the presidential campaign AU- good time to let those who haven't read it...

*sighs* That's the other thing. I'm uncomfortable releasing a political AU during an election.

I hear that! Perhaps you *should* hold off.... Although I'm dying to read this....
Love, max

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