From: Me.
Re: Easy
This was supposed to be about the smut. Granted, I'd planned some angst, but also lots of smut. Instead, the damn story's well over 2 000 words now, and this is the thrid bout of angst you're going through. I hate you. Lots.
Sincerely, your pissed-off writer Melle.
It is my firm belief that europeans just don't need to sleep.
(Ang, IRC)
Also. Tonight, I was the first person in #puppies, and I was the last. Endurance, baby!
And now I'm writing smut, waiting for LJ to come back up, and watching Pinky and the Brain.
It's now half an hour later. See above. I'm dead tired!
Dammit, boys, if you can't decide who's the incsecure one, we'll never get to this orgasm thing! Bastards!
Okay. Naked and touching, and I think I'm somehwat past the insecurity stage and in the squirming and writhing and getting of stage. Will see.
Dammit, Sean, that's not sexy, that's gross. Ew.
Oooookay. Really need to finish this and go to bed. Know I'm fucked when Jay and Silent Bob have a two-second threesome with Arfroman in my head. Oy!
MOTHERFUCKER! Who's that playing lous-ass techno at 10:40 AM? WHO?!?
Aaaand we're past the 3000 words mark with one more orgasm to go. Hooha.
YES! They've both come. Now post-orgasm wittyness and I'm DONE!
And done. Clocking in at roughly 3,200 words: Easy, a sequel to Here and Now. Contains angst, sappyness and smut. Looking for a beta. Volunteers?
And in other enws, I've cut apart some old comics I drew and made use of my keenspace account. Should be updated Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Stay tuned, I'll try to get new stuff ready for when this runs out. May actually, at one point, add an explanation and stuff.
(Going to bed. Will post this later. Motherfuck.)