16 August 2005 @ 07:10 pm
it's always better on holiday.  
I hate cleaning. I hate cleaning a whole goddamn lot. Clearly I need to be wealthy, because forget lower gas prices or world peace or everything my heart desires at my fingertips (including, but not limited to, Wilson, Chase, Rusty, Carmine and a shiny new laptop with wireless DSL that never drops out) what I really need most in the world is a maid. ::eyes Shoe Hill wearily:: It's gotten to the point where the mountains of clothes cannot be breathed near, for fear of avalanche. It's gotten to the point where I can't find a pair of shoes, because all 20 pairs of shoes are piled up in front of the shelf that holds my TV. I got a new VCR a little over a week ago. I can't plug it in because I can't move the shelf because of the shoes. I'd put them in my closest, but I'm honestly a little afraid of what might happen if I were to open my closet. The CDs near my computer are all on the verge of falling off the desk and I cannot be arsed to move them, because the CD holder is full and I've got jewelry piled high as the sky on the other side.

Clearly, the solution here is to post drabbles that I wrote ages ago. Because my desire to not do a thing should not be underestimated.

So: What was supposed to be the start of the Duncan/Logan [ profile] slashfest fic, but turned into a drabble:

untitled - VM - Duncan - R - 100 words )

And: What was supposed to be the beginning of a drabble series, until I found a new OTP, the series was Places They Aren't, only had I gotten around to finishing it I probably would have come up with a better title:

Home - Numb3rs - Charlie - PG - 100 words )

Bed - Numb3rs - Don - PG - 100 words )
Current Music: franz ferdinand
Current Mood: lazy
18 May 2005 @ 02:35 am
written thingies. in which badness abounds.  
drabble - R(ish) - Numb3rscest )

randomness - 317 words - could go somewhere later - HET. To explain Terry's absence. )

title: Anonymity
rating: PG-15
words: 531
warnings: 'cesty subtext?
summary: Charlie wants to escape himself

He doesn't have a name here. )
Current Mood: oddly optimistic
Current Music: tegan & sara - come on
28 April 2005 @ 01:20 am
fic: on the paper, almost - numb3rs  
title: On the Paper, Almost
fandom: Numb3rs
summary: Some things you only learn by watching.
rating: MA (closest thing to PG-13 without a copyright.)
words: 1,880
warnings: If you look really hard there is het. And incest. Come on, people, we don't call it Numb3rscest for nothing. Really it's mostly gen. Really. Don't look at me like that.
notes: Thanks to [ profile] restless_jedi for the beta thing. And not hating me for the angst. (omgangst) Also, this isn't what it was supposed to be, and extra credit if you can find the theme. Title from the same poem below.

On the Paper, Almost )
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Current Mood: busy
Current Music: reefer madness soundtrack
15 April 2005 @ 12:04 am
never betray the way you've always known it is  
Well... I'm all officially signed up for the VM and O11 ficathons.

(By the way, I know that there are a couple of people on my f-list who watch the show and I would like to strongly suggest that they sign up for the VM ficathon. ::nods:: Think of the Veronica/Weevil!)

My To-Do list is once again the size of a small dragon. It could eat a third world country for breakfast. Woe and alas. I should get on that, hm?

Also? Well wishes to teh Lily and stuffs. ::pets::

Untitled Nemberscest that is actually a drabble. No. Really. 100 words )
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: the shins