1. Everyone should go check out the first part of the fic
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.
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.
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Date: 2006-05-17 09:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-05-17 09:48 am (UTC)(It's so explicit! What's wrong with me?)
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Date: 2006-05-17 09:53 am (UTC)1 The Gospel of Julian forming a minor yet intrinsic part of the Way of the Hewlett.
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Date: 2006-05-17 10:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-17 09:58 am (UTC)I don't know what First Monday is, does that matter?
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Date: 2006-05-17 09:59 am (UTC)Um, please?
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Date: 2006-05-17 10:05 am (UTC)Um. Let me just read it over again, rock myself a little in the corner, and then I'll send it to you. Thanks for offering.
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Date: 2006-05-17 10:13 am (UTC)But I will certain tell you if I think the sex is hot or whatever.
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Date: 2006-05-17 10:16 am (UTC)Oh, who am I kidding? He's totally gay. And OMG SO REPRESSED.
But I will certain tell you if I think the sex is hot or whatever.
Thank you. There's a reason I'm not generally this explicit!
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Date: 2006-05-17 10:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-17 10:19 am (UTC)Okay, I have to get over this if I'm even going to consider posting this. But yes! The offer is much appreciated. Gimme a sec and I'll send it to you.
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Date: 2006-05-17 03:18 pm (UTC)Possibly, a sign of two much bad early 90's movies, that that makes me think of the scene from Surf Ninjas. God I love that movie...
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Date: 2006-05-17 06:02 pm (UTC)You were in a Chinese restaurant in Indiana. They have freaking *mashed potatos* in Chinese restaurants out there. wtf?
don't worry, I woke up scared of my mother this morning because she screamed at me in dream last night.
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Date: 2006-05-18 12:12 am (UTC)And that's how you knew it was a dream! (The Chinese restaurants in Illinois have ketchup, for use on the American hamburgers they serve on the kiddie menu!)