Bizarre thoughts of today

[valis2]

I was destined to come back as a gelatin mold, you as a tupperware salesman. I would hold salmon pink mousse, you would convince ladies of the importance of clear vs. opaque; you would forget me, and I, possessing the average intelligence of a jello mold, would never think of you again.

One of those days. I accomplished nothing except a new chapter. (Though for some reason I really, really love this chapter (43) and I am geeked as can be.) And some laundry. I also received seven attempts from a Century One office to fax me something, despite the fact that it was a wrong number. Other that that...nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am teh evil sloth girl.

Comments

[ms-hecubus.livejournal.com]

This post send me scurrying over to Fiction Alley.

[bob-the-mighty.livejournal.com]

"Current music: Stuck in my head? Shot through the Heart, Bon Jovi. Not voluntarily, of course."

Mmmhmmm.. sure it was involntary.. we know you're secret addiction to Teh BJ... Bon Jovi that is...

>;-D

[valis2.livejournal.com]

:( According to FictionAlley, it takes 7-10 days to upload files, because they check each file for errors and spelling.

So far I've noticed that it usually only takes about 2-3 days, so Chap 43 won't be there. Fanfiction.net, however, only takes about 15 minutes. So Chap 43 (and chap 42) are there already, if you're interested.

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1764373

[ms-hecubus.livejournal.com]

Super sweet!

Huh, spelling and errors? I could come up with a half dozen fics in two minutes that have horrible spelling or formatting errors.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess it's not foolproof. Still, it is nice that they try to avoid some of the ff.net problems.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

I see...you completely ignore my warning about the tag-ninja-team and possible death and destruction (not to mention evil kaboom devices)...but you jump all over the Bon Jovi comment.

[gypsyjolie.livejournal.com]

I was destined to come back as a gelatin mold, you as a tupperware salesman. I would hold salmon pink mousse, you would convince ladies of the importance of clear vs. opaque; you would forget me, and I, possessing the average intelligence of a jello mold, would never think of you again.

I. Love. You.

no, really. And I barely know you. I am merely the fruit cocktail in the lime green jello to your left, squinting enviously through space age plastic at your quivering soul, your art, your tender tremble. I am only ancillary to your subject, unnoticed, enmired. My world melts around me in the afternoon heat. I am soggy with heartbreak.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Soggy with heartbreak, yet captured, encased in the clear container of muted desire, its sleek form aerodynamic, ready for the inevitable fling of fate.