Midnight.

Yeah, so I've been having a very Kill Them All Week. It started with too much time on a bus for too little payoff, followed with me likely tanking my fucking Comm Final and then got worse from there.

Unfortunately for innocent bystanders like Mikhale, when I am feeling like this I tend to take it out on whoever I am talking to at the time. Partially because I want everyone else to be miserable like me but mostly because I am a gigantic fucking ass.

So because I was an ass I decided I needed to make it up to Mikhale.

PDO ficlet under the cut. Sam at college with his roommate and a friend. Julia and Mikhale are probably the only people who will get this at all or even understand it a little but that's okay for now.

Stanford-era. G. OCs.

( For Mikhale, because Clex was an ass to him because she was mad at the world and he didn't deserve it because he's always good and nice and shiny to her and puts up with WAY fucking more than anyone who is sane should. )

Midnight.

Yeah, so I've been having a very Kill Them All Week. It started with too much time on a bus for too little payoff, followed with me likely tanking my fucking Comm Final and then got worse from there.

Unfortunately for innocent bystanders like Mikhale, when I am feeling like this I tend to take it out on whoever I am talking to at the time. Partially because I want everyone else to be miserable like me but mostly because I am a gigantic fucking ass.

So because I was an ass I decided I needed to make it up to Mikhale.

PDO ficlet under the cut. Sam at college with his roommate and a friend. Julia and Mikhale are probably the only people who will get this at all or even understand it a little but that's okay for now.

Stanford-era. G. OCs.

( For Mikhale, because Clex was an ass to him because she was mad at the world and he didn't deserve it because he's always good and nice and shiny to her and puts up with WAY fucking more than anyone who is sane should. )

Clex loses at sleeping.

It's Saturday, I'm tired and I'm bored. I've decided that I want to do this meme again, because it was fun and because I'm bored.

Make up a title for a story I didn't write, and I will respond with details of those non-written stories. You may, if you like, include details such as pairings or fandom or whatnot.

In other news I have slept for four and a half hours and saw Eragon last night. It sucked. I spent the whole movie thinking "There's LotR. Star Wars. Star Wars. LotR again," and so on. It was lame.

I am tired and I want to write, but I wont let myself write because I am tired and therefor sucking at it.

The Batman is on and even though this show sucks pretty hard most of the time it's the zombie episode and so that's cool.

I have like, five six presents to get (Yuss's birthday is on the fourth so I need to get him two) and like eighty bucks. I have no clue what to get pretty much anyone on that list right there. Crap, and I still need to send Chelsea's present so that's gonna knock my money down pretty good again.

Ugh. It's times like this I wish I had things I could sell or pawn for more than five bucks.

You know what sucks? When you cant get hired during Christmas. I can work fast food because they're not big on backgrounds but nearly everywhere else is practically a waste of time. I can only list where I've lived for the past three years, I have gigantic gaps in my school, no references and the only job I can list was the one I got fired from after the scheduling mix-up that had me missing an entire week of work I didn't know I was scheduled for.

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go apply at Burger King today, beg them for a job and tell them I'll dye my hair back to not-pink.

I hate not having money.

Ugh. Okay, so yeah. I'm probably gonna go try and sleep again.

Clex loses at sleeping.

It's Saturday, I'm tired and I'm bored. I've decided that I want to do this meme again, because it was fun and because I'm bored.

Make up a title for a story I didn't write, and I will respond with details of those non-written stories. You may, if you like, include details such as pairings or fandom or whatnot.

In other news I have slept for four and a half hours and saw Eragon last night. It sucked. I spent the whole movie thinking "There's LotR. Star Wars. Star Wars. LotR again," and so on. It was lame.

I am tired and I want to write, but I wont let myself write because I am tired and therefor sucking at it.

The Batman is on and even though this show sucks pretty hard most of the time it's the zombie episode and so that's cool.

I have like, five six presents to get (Yuss's birthday is on the fourth so I need to get him two) and like eighty bucks. I have no clue what to get pretty much anyone on that list right there. Crap, and I still need to send Chelsea's present so that's gonna knock my money down pretty good again.

Ugh. It's times like this I wish I had things I could sell or pawn for more than five bucks.

You know what sucks? When you cant get hired during Christmas. I can work fast food because they're not big on backgrounds but nearly everywhere else is practically a waste of time. I can only list where I've lived for the past three years, I have gigantic gaps in my school, no references and the only job I can list was the one I got fired from after the scheduling mix-up that had me missing an entire week of work I didn't know I was scheduled for.

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go apply at Burger King today, beg them for a job and tell them I'll dye my hair back to not-pink.

I hate not having money.

Ugh. Okay, so yeah. I'm probably gonna go try and sleep again.

Man, what did I do to piss off Karma?

And to top it all off the grades for three of my classes have been posted. A in Criminal Investigations and A in Communication. That's good. But I got a B in English and that makes me feel stupid now.

There's not even food in the house to eat while I wallow. Well, that's not entirely true. Ma got hot dogs night before last. Woo, awesome. It's been about a week since we've had food in the house and I'd really like to eat. But, you know, she doesn't want to go to the store so she doesn't. I know it's not a money thing because I asked if she would take me so I could spend my money on food. She said no and got hot dogs.

I liked it better when she was getting high. When she was getting high at least we were getting food. Pizza and burgers and fast food but it was still something to eat. Now she's sober and married to CJ and they both have jobs and they both have cars and they both eat after work and don't get me or Yuss food.

I hate having to call Daddy and ask him to get us Burger King because we haven't eaten all day. And Mom wonders why he doesn't have a place of his own yet.

Man, what did I do to piss off Karma?

And to top it all off the grades for three of my classes have been posted. A in Criminal Investigations and A in Communication. That's good. But I got a B in English and that makes me feel stupid now.

There's not even food in the house to eat while I wallow. Well, that's not entirely true. Ma got hot dogs night before last. Woo, awesome. It's been about a week since we've had food in the house and I'd really like to eat. But, you know, she doesn't want to go to the store so she doesn't. I know it's not a money thing because I asked if she would take me so I could spend my money on food. She said no and got hot dogs.

I liked it better when she was getting high. When she was getting high at least we were getting food. Pizza and burgers and fast food but it was still something to eat. Now she's sober and married to CJ and they both have jobs and they both have cars and they both eat after work and don't get me or Yuss food.

I hate having to call Daddy and ask him to get us Burger King because we haven't eaten all day. And Mom wonders why he doesn't have a place of his own yet.

[Ficish thing] Dear Santa (Supernatural)

Y'all remember that letter from Sammy to Santa that I did? Here's Dean's. I figure he's between six and seven when he writes this.

Preview:



( Dear Santa (Dean edition) )

[Ficish thing] Dear Santa (Supernatural)

Y'all remember that letter from Sammy to Santa that I did? Here's Dean's. I figure he's between six and seven when he writes this.

Preview:



( Dear Santa (Dean edition) )

Dammit. This is Julia and Elissa's fault somehow, I know it.

Okay. I think I'm a little in love with Justin Timberlake now.

Watching him sing "It's my cock in a box" over and over will do that to someone.

Also? Just saw the first trailer for Alpha Dog. Tattoos.

...Dammit.

Dammit. This is Julia and Elissa's fault somehow, I know it.

Okay. I think I'm a little in love with Justin Timberlake now.

Watching him sing "It's my cock in a box" over and over will do that to someone.

Also? Just saw the first trailer for Alpha Dog. Tattoos.

...Dammit.