for goodness' sake

[schmerica]

I woke up this morning forty five minutes before my alarm and couldn't get back to sleep; my shirt has a big stain on it I didn't notice till I got to work; my stomach, for reasons unknown to me, appears to be in revolt; my mind keeps poking to me to write horrible pointless badfic; the workday's only halfway over.

*stabs Monday in the head*

If you comment with something to cheer me up, I'll give you a cookie. Or a pony. Or a tiara. Or a pony with a tiara eating a cookie.

Comments

[lunaris1013.livejournal.com]

You have cookie eating tiaras? Cool! I bet the ponies look stunning in them!

[farwing.livejournal.com]

I hope you feel better. If you need any help killing Monday so it stays dead just holler.

Um...cheerful...er...how about odd? Would odd work? On the plane back from DC there was this gal in a candy pink jogging suit (with a hood)reading Anna Karenina. Plus, the back of my boarding pass said "Please retain this passenger receipt as evidence of your journey." evidence of my journey? There's something very silly about the wording, there...

[estrella30.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I could post you the very beginning of a new DS thingy I just started (instead of writing boot porn because apparently, Ray and Fraser don't want to have sex for me today, sigh.) So this is a new thing which will hopefully be finished relatively soon and not join the tremendous WIP folder I've got going.

When the whole talking thing started, Ray wasn’t really all that worried.

Sure, it was kinda weird to be wandering around his apartment every night talking to nobody. But in the long line of Weird Things Ray Kowalski Did In His Life, this was barely breaking the top ten.

Falling for Stella. Joining the academy. Getting Stella to marry him. Taking the Vecchio gig. (Getting divorced from Stella didn’t really fall into the category of a Weird Thing. That was more like an, It Was Bound to Happen Sooner or Later, type thing, as much as he hated to admit it.) But, yeah. The Vecchio gig. Working with Fraser. Hanging out with Fraser. Falling in love with Fraser.

All in all, some really queer shit had happened in Ray’s life before the whole talking to himself stuff really came into play, and by the time it did it was pretty much like, “Talking to nobody again, huh? Eh. Whaveter.” And that was that.

*licks you*

*smooches you*

*promises you that the day will get better and sneaks in a grope to prove it*

[lattara.livejournal.com]

I'd tell you a joke. But I don't know any. Instead I'll just sit here and beam vaguely in your general direction, holding out chocolate chip cookies.

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

How's a drabble and three-quarters?

River loves dancing. She loves it because, like math, dancing makes sense. Heel, toe, swing your partner, do-si-do. Dos. Two. Two times two is four times two is eight, and who do we appreciate?

Not River. Not usually.

But today is her birthday, and Simon dances with her, one-two-three, one-two-three, the way mother taught them. She said people danced this way on Earth-that-was. Wash and the captain clap and laugh. Simon swings her into their arms, and they each take a turn spinning her around the room, smiling where they usually frown. Even Jayne looks happy today, happy for her. She feels light and free and pretty as a Companion in the new dress Inara bought her, eating the cake the Shepherd made.

When she dances, she is fully present, here in Serenity, the present she gives herself. No time like the present, and no present like the time.

She laughs and twirls again, in Kaylee’s arms, and when she blows out her candles, she closes her eyes and wishes every day could be her birthday.

[fox1013.livejournal.com]

Tell me what would cheer you up the most, and I will go about accomplishing it.

I have a Beating Stick, a few magazines, and a word processor to accomplish it with!

*smiles helpfully*

*snugs*

[fox1013.livejournal.com]

*hearts*

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Calvin/Meg kything fic would make *me* happy...

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

*mwah*

[fox1013.livejournal.com]

Hey! Neutral ground! It's dirty pool to ask in Erica's LJ!

No, really.

*hides behind Erica*

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Sigh.

No doubt Erica's going to spank me now.

[lunaris1013.livejournal.com]

Oooh! Can I watch?

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

Dude, strangely? That actually *does* make me feel better.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*licks*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*snugs back*

Be online tonight so we can snug and plot and be awesomely dorky, okay darling?

<3!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Riiiiiiiiiiiver! *love*

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

I think Erica may end up selling tickets...

Re: <3!

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Whee!

*smooches*

[lynnmonster.livejournal.com]

Kim wore roll-on lip gloss and Love's Baby Soft and rings on almost every finger. Sometimes she smelled like beer. She claimed it was her shampoo but Lindsay wasn't sure she believed that.

Kim did it with Daniel, sometimes even when they were broken up. Lindsay found herself thinking about that. Kind of a lot. Daniel had those soulful eyes and those full, shiny lips -- really, who else would he do it with other than Kim? She had lips and eyes to match his.

The sound of a bag scraping along the concrete step interrupted Lindsay's train of thought. "History sucks," Kim advised her. "Help me study?"

Lindsay remembered a time not so long ago, before she was a freak, when she'd been afraid of Kim.

Actually, she still was.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD, how much to do you rock?

*is struck speechless*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Odd is good, indeed -- thank you.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Yay, cookies!

[fox1013.livejournal.com]

*loves SO VERY MUCH*

[lynnmonster.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

::beams::

[lynnmonster.livejournal.com]

*smooches pearl back into speechfulness*

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

Okay, there's less than an hour left of Monday, but I shall still attempt to leave you with a cheerful thought:

Salad Days

"Stanley."

"What. And don't call me Stanley."

"What does it mean when you're 'tossing the salad?'"

"Are you out of your pointy mind, Ray?"

"No, no, look, it means something, y'know, other than...y'know, tossing the salad. You know, something...gay."

"What the hell are you talking about? And, never mind that, why are you asking me? I'm not some huge fucking queer, Vecchio."

"Uh-huh. And my dick wasn't just up your ass, Stanley."

"Yeah, and whose dick did you say it was, faggot?"

"Okay, okay. But what does it mean?"

"'Tossing salad?'"

"Yeah."

"Where'd you hear that?"

"Read it somewhere. On the computer. On a site called, uh...mmmmble mmmble mmmble."

"Where?"

"Okay, Kowalski, on 'Gay Sex Tips.'"

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Shut up, will ya? Sheesh."

"Why didn't you just read the sex tips to find out?"

"They didn't post the answer, okay? Look -- do you know or don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, hold your pants on. I know."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I, uh, heard it somewhere. I think."

"So?"

"So...bend over and I'll show you."

::!!!!!:: "That's rimming! Why is it called....jesus, ....Stanley? Ray....oh...GOD, don't....stop, don't stop...mmmmmmaaaaaaahhh yeah, Ray, yeah, I fucking love you, love you....oh, man, I....I gotta lie down.....thanks, man, thanks....."

"Yer welcome. Gimme your beer."

"So....why's it called 'tossing salad?'"

"What, you didn't notice my forked tongue?"

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Yay! Thank you!