Sunday, bloody Sunday [Look! megadrabble/minificlet!]

Ell. I love her, but she is an Evil Geek. Or is that precisely why I love her? Here's for you, babe.

Character: Lex. Dick.
Word: friction.
Requested by/gift for: shrieking_ell

Warning: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. Also, m/m adult sexual content. And language. And no beta.

I AM TYPING THIS STRAIGHT INTO THE UPDATE WINDOW BECAUSE GUESS WHAT I'M ON two cups of coffee w/sugar CRACK.

Continuity? Canon? Timeline? Plot?? PFFT. WHO NEEDS 'EM?
Herewego.

( Champagne Taste [Smallville x Batman TAS (WHAAT?)] )

Behold! A bunch Most of that is complete bullshit! Ell, baby, you'd better frickin' like it because... I don't know what I wrote. YAY COFFEE! I'm really, really dangerous on it, you know? Woot.

And my recently acquired Dick!muse is placated. Or possibly encouraged. GOOD SWEET LORD WHAT HAVE I DONE?

the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

There's an extra suitcase, backpack, and purple-pink handbag on our floor. A different phone charger plugged into the extra-but-not-really-that-extra outlet by my desk. An iPod and iPod stereo on our coffee table, and a pair of brown-and-pink Converses under it.

We have a prospie this weekend. Well, technically, I do, but Marie indulges my guilt syndrome when it comes to Bowdoin and lets me host because it makes me feel less like a $128,000 leech.

So, running around and/or entertaining prospie this weekend... also somewhere in there I'm going to need to stalk my advisor, possibly tomorrow while I'm in Hubbard for econ.

In short...
WHERE'S MY FREEWRITING TIME?

Well. I'll figure something out.
The some-odd hundred words I crashed out on a coffee high last night should have served to tide me over... but they didn't. I WAS RIGHT. I THINK I MAY HAVE STARTED SOMETHING TERRIFYING.


...well at least Dick muse is fun if annoying ... better than the Cranky Old Ninja. ANYTHING is better than the Cranky Old Ninja, even crazy!bastard!Bruce of Straw Men (YES I still hold that against him. ...Y'just don't DO that, dude! Not cool).



Anyway yeah. That rambled and went tangential. Point is... people who normally get in touch with me via IM, I might not be around much. And may randomly desert the computer... more often than usual.



I'm seriously a shit prospie hostess. We had fun at the Moliere show, though.