How's that working out for you?

[trinityofone]

Just now, in the kitchen:

Aidan: How's your gay thing going? [He likes to refer to the slash paper, which I bravely told him about, as "your gay thing." Boys. *g*]
Me: I finished it and turned it in!
Aidan's tarty, too-much-eyeshadow friend: Oh, you're American. How's that working out for you?
Aidan: *laughs* You mean, as opposed to all the other nationalities she's tried?
My brain: Yes, dump her slutty ass! You and I can get a heterosexual thing going!
Me: Fine.

I'm actually not sure if she's really his girlfriend, but I've decided I don't care. I'm going to keep flirting with him whenever our paths cross, even if some of those times are like last night, when I went to make tea after I got back from Boyne Valley and treated him to the very special experience of wind-swept hair and boots that smelled like sheep poo. (Dude, for all the times I was told that Tara is a Highly Sacred Place, they sure let a lot of livestock crap on it.) He's still talking to me, though, so that's a plus.

Another plus: some wonderful, generous, anonymous soul bought me a year of paid time and extra userpics! Thank you so much, mystery person! (You got me through my undermistletoe panic today. Really.)

Also, slodwick made me another gorgeous cover, this time for We Have Lingered. [Reminder: spoilers for 'Grace Under Pressure.'] Looky!



I still can't look at that without getting chills. Wow.

(She also drew, like, a billion adorable sketches. Including this one, for me.)

Y'know, I was gonna say some other stuff--and it was all really deep, too--but actually, I'm sleeeeeeepy now, so yeah, that'll have to be your full dose of me for today. I'm sure you'll live. ;-)

Comments

not sure if this is a present or a request

[bluebunnyhug.livejournal.com]

first off, I love your writing- it sticks in my brain all day. anyway I've noticed you are usually inspired by song/poetry lyrics and I thought you might find some use with these: (or you can mock them to your little hearts content)

February always finds you folding
local papers open to the faces
passed away to wonder what their holding
in those hands were never shown the places
formal photographs refuse to mention
his tiny feet, that birthmark on her knee
the tyranny of framing our attention
with all the eyes their eyes no longer see

and darkness comes to early
you wont find, the many things you owe these latest dead
that borrowed book, that cheque you didn't sign
the tools to be believed with, be beloved
give what you can to keep to comfort this, plain fear you
can't extinguish or dismiss

John K. Sampson (The Weakerthans)
I just feel like their is a story in this, but not one that I can write

Re: not sure if this is a present or a request

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

That's beautiful; thank you so much for sharing it! I'm not sure what, if anything, will come of it, but it's always good to have interesting things beating around in my brain--as you say, songs and poems are frequently inspiration for me. So I really appreciate your adding to the pot, and saying such kind things about my work. *hugs*

Re: not sure if this is a present or a request

[bluebunnyhug.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it, whether you get a chance to use it or not.
cheers!