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1. Everyone should go check out the first part of the fic ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
honey_babes is writing based on Ferris Bueller's Day Off: John Sheppard's Day Off. *love*
2. Last night, I stayed up ridiculously late writing First Monday porn. It is...not like my usual porn at all. It's dirty. Really, really dirty. I'm not sure if I like it.Would someone be willing to look at it for me--tell me if it's at all hot, or if I'm a sick bitch who needs therapy? Or both? (It's about 1,600 words.) ETA: Okay, I think I've got enough masochists lined up. Thanks, guys. *whimper*
3. After I finally stopped writing porn and went to bed, I had a totally bizarre dream in which my mom was in trouble with the Mafia because of gambling debts. We were all in danger, and I had to protect my little brother and hide out at a Chinese restaurant in a strip mall until my parents got back. There was a lot of ducking behind plants and lobster tanks until my dad finally arrived. We ended up standing by the restaurant's big front window while he explained things to me (up until then I hadn't known why we were hiding). None of this was particularly remarkable on my scale of dream-weirdness, but then he started philosophizing about strip malls.
My Dad: It's strange...they're so ugly, such eyesores, but no two are the same. They're all different.
*Ed Harris walks by the window, carrying a pizza. We nod at him.*
My Dad: They're almost...beautiful.
I love this. Because it's totally bizarre and dreamlike, but it's also so L.A. I miss my crazy city.
Anyway, then my mom showed up wearing a top that exposed way too much cleavage and set her coat down in a pool of ketchup. I do not know why there was ketchup in a Chinese restaurant.
honey_babes is writing based on Ferris Bueller's Day Off: John Sheppard's Day Off. *love*2. Last night, I stayed up ridiculously late writing First Monday porn. It is...not like my usual porn at all. It's dirty. Really, really dirty. I'm not sure if I like it.
3. After I finally stopped writing porn and went to bed, I had a totally bizarre dream in which my mom was in trouble with the Mafia because of gambling debts. We were all in danger, and I had to protect my little brother and hide out at a Chinese restaurant in a strip mall until my parents got back. There was a lot of ducking behind plants and lobster tanks until my dad finally arrived. We ended up standing by the restaurant's big front window while he explained things to me (up until then I hadn't known why we were hiding). None of this was particularly remarkable on my scale of dream-weirdness, but then he started philosophizing about strip malls.
My Dad: It's strange...they're so ugly, such eyesores, but no two are the same. They're all different.
*Ed Harris walks by the window, carrying a pizza. We nod at him.*
My Dad: They're almost...beautiful.
I love this. Because it's totally bizarre and dreamlike, but it's also so L.A. I miss my crazy city.
Anyway, then my mom showed up wearing a top that exposed way too much cleavage and set her coat down in a pool of ketchup. I do not know why there was ketchup in a Chinese restaurant.
