your money or your life!

[schmerica]

For some reason, whenever I try to write the name of the latest ds_flashfiction challenge, it comes out as "fuck and die" instead. Which is a rather different challenge, and really a much more depressing one. Hee. (I bet katallison could dominate that, actually.)

I am cranky and awaiting parental yapping. I think the solution is to return to checking the flist for porn. Yes.

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[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

(I bet katallison could dominate that, actually.

No, Kat's waiting for the "Fuck *and* Die" challenge.






(Disclaimer: I love Kat. I love Kat's stories. Really!!!)

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hee. Dude, if you reread my post, that was exactly the point I was making.

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Can I just plead lack of sleep?

Or...like...delete my post?

Nah. I'll leave it up as a testament to bad reading skills. *g*

::hides::

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

::pets Beth, gives her warm milk::

[katallison.livejournal.com]

Well, I can handle the "die" part; it's the fucking that gives me problems. (So to speak.)

(And hey Pearl! I am at this very moment sitting and typing at the dining table in a dorm room at TESC! A really *ugly* dorm room, if I may say so. The Strange and Bizarre Saga of my week at the Summer Institute shall be posted at some point when I have (a) dependable internet access [*bitchslapping ResNet*] and (b) a table that does not wobble like a sonofabitch.)

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

You know, I was at TESC for a full year, and I'm not sure I ever saw a single dorm room there that wasn't really ugly. They were really very fond of the 60s/70s architecture.