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Note time. Have been up for all of 15 miunutes. If I could, I'd go back to sleep now so I could function tomorrow.

(Times like this is when the routine of work annoys me. Sigh. It'll pass.)

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Blardeblardeblar. Avoidig issues, and working, and writing the smut rant, and bah! I have to go to a course tomorrow, so chances are v. v. slim I'll be able to check even my friends page, let alone be on IM. Bleeeeeh. Though I migh be able to sneak in some writing. I will finish this story. Actually, i will finish this one today. Tomorrow I shall start on the Simon/Perry. I think.

So, this.

I felt like I was slapped in the face, you know? She's moving on (or back, I suppose), for whatever reason. That itself would be bad enough, after the things she was saying (what? a week ago? barely) about some of the people she's now chumming up to, but then she publicly announces her departure from All Things RPS (or, indeed, Slash) and I just don't get it, okay?

There's been plenty of things and fandoms I've moved on from without feeling the need to make grand announcements. If someone wants to talk to me about, say, BMfM, I'd just politely point out that sorry, I'm not that interested anymore. But this. Despite what she says in the comment, this is not just about people "not getting" that she's "not into RPS anymore." She's distancing herself from her RPS period. She doesn't want anyone to remember she was ever into RPS. Or even slash.

And that fucking hurts, because it feels so. damn. homophobic, and yeah, hello, gay, me? Congratulations, Katie. You just gave me my first personal experience with prejudice. I fucking liked you.

I really hope she did this on purpose, because if she didn't, and she really does just want to make clear she's not into RPS anymore, then that means she doesn't care about Zarya, or me, or anyone who's into RPS or slash, or not-straight, enough to think about how this may hurt us.

Zarya, hon, you know I'm here, right? A listening ear, distraction, commiseration, whatever you need. *hug*

(Edit: I'm gonna email her privately rather than leave an LJ comment, I think. Once I think I can do it without wanting to cry.)

(Edit 2: Um. Now I'm touroughly confused. She publicly denounces RPS, and then she goes and encourages it. Okay, email now, because this is looking more and more like she just didn't realise how much that entry hurt me and others. Which just makes it hurt more. Fucking.)

(Edit 3: Posted reply in her LJ. Couldn't find an email addy. She doesn't seem to be online ATM, so I guess I'll have to wait until tonight/tomorrow to see her reply.)

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My cat is hiding in my coat. o_O

(Cryptic note to self: neighbour, moccasin, mile, walk.)

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OKay. So. i've skimmed through most of this (and I skim pretty accurately), and did a search on "united", "states", and "America", and I can't fnd anything that says this is limited to USAians, although it's void in Alaska and Hawai (why?)

Can anybody tell me wether I can enter this? (I could use Molly's address as c/o or something, since I'll be staying there over Christmas anyway, but.)

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Si I'm entertaining (in vain) fantsaies of $10,000 being mine to (have the puppies) spend, and since it's pure fantasy, there are no homeless or needy people anywhere at all, so I actually can spend all that money on myself and still look in the mirror, and I ran out of things to want around $3,000, and at least $1,000 of that included presents et al. And a plane ticket for Tri to get hre butt ovre there and help me spend, dammit.

Nothing like a capitalism-driven MTV contest to make on appreciate what one has. ^___^

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(Um. Sae? If you're online and you'e not too busy? AIM? Please?)

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Conversation with myself while watching the Brazil Walk On vid:

Me1: We're a lesbian. They're fourty-something Irish blokes. This should not be cause for droolage.
Me2: But they're sexy. And they're playing football. And Larry's wearing a wifebeater and hole shit did you see the thing Bono just did with his hips?
Me1: Meeep.

So, yeah. U2's turning me straight. The fuckers. ^_____^

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Cat just crawled into my lap and is now purring here.

Screepcaps, the U2 edition, part two!

There's twenty of them, all from the Brazil (European) versoin of the Walk On video. Because holy fucking shit, man!

( Graphic-heavy, but well worth the wait. )