qafwip: how it's gonna be, the story that never ends, 14

There are so many really *cool* ways to spend your birthday, but I chose laying in bed with a romance novel and cinnamon schnapps and coffee up until a few minutes ago. And frozen Patio enchiladas. Horrifyingly addictive badfood.

Also, I added more to How It's Gonna Be.

In all fairness, I actually have written a lot on it, but unfortunately, I went non-linear, which was a bad idea and I knew it, even though it seemed like a good idea at the time. I write straight through. Skipping a scene assures that scene will not be written, and so forth. I kept thinking I'd write *up* to that scene, then be comfortable posting, but that didn't happen. Oh well.

Anyway. The melodramatic adventure continues apace. For those who have completely forgotten....

( cliff notes )

Caught up?

Right. Onward, then.

( how it's gonna be, more )

qafwip: how it's gonna be, the story that never ends, more, 15

( how it's gonna be )

birthday things and narcissus in chains

*hugs to everyone* Thanks so much for the birthday wishes and Bethy for the purse that everyone keeps asking me, where did you get that, and veredus for the Very Hot QaF that she *is* going to post, if I have to stalk her down and *make* her. Because it is hot, and I am shameless in taking advantage of writers who write good fic.

*loves Te for Past Grief commentary, still my favorite SV story of all time*

By the way? Read the above. *Bathe* in the wonderful, enchanting darkness. *blissful fangirl wibbling*

Yesterday, less than six full hours before I offically turned twenty-eight, I was refused permission to buy alcohol from a liquor store.

*blinking*

"This ID is expired." Clerk looks at me sharply. Clerk is, at least, five years younger than I am. Not amused.

Okay, yes, legally, I can see how, just maybe, that would be a problem, but *really*. So, to make this just pathetic, I called my sister and piled her with guilt until she got me cinnaomon schnapps. She is, by the way, almost four years *younger* than me.

I have no idea if this is some sort of sign. I mean, okay, but of *what*? Blindness by store clerks?

Educating Child

After weeks of worrying about how to discover Educational Material for child to learn AND play with (and what happened to the good old days when all the tykes wanted were action figures anyway?) So, I got this.

Dinosaur Digging Thinger! and Dinosaur Field Guide!

Isn't it just the coolest thing *ever*? And I hope I did that link right. Shall come back with blissed out reactions of Child, but frankly, if he doesn't like them, I certainly do.

By the way, amazon.com is crack. It is officially, the worst crack ever. I go there and I can't leave with just one item, because of that damn Super Saver thing, where I *must* buy twenty-five dollars worth of stuff, dammit, because free shipping! I have never, ever gone and bought just one item. And there are always items that I cannot possibly live without. Lots of them.

Now. Having finished Narcissus in Chains, I can finally articulate why Richard makes me want to kill him and let him be eaten by someone else.

( die richard die )

I am eating cupcakes and ruining all my appetite for the rest of the day, and maybe tomorrow too. There are some upsides to adulthood, apparently. Lots and lots of guilt-free cupcakes.

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Okay, I am trying not to *swoon* in shock here.

Dark Chocolate Kisses by veredus OMG. It's hot and has chocolate and has Justin and man, I get lucky on my birthday! *glows* Delicious. Every bite.

And then--okay, totally shocking and so good it hurts--taraljc wrote some absolutely *beautiful* Clark/Lex.

No, I'm not kidding, she wrote CLARK/LEX.

Svaha -- I always forget how *good* first times are. And no, not first-time sex--that first kiss. All that surprise and worry and awkward sweetness and wonder. I mean--wow. You have to *read* this. Now.

*breathless*

Double goodfic hit. I am *so* high.