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My sister got her wedding dress today. She was that unreal kind of beauty that makes one (me) feel the need to shower to remove the grubby from self. Very depressing. But she was amazing, which is of course what counts, and I kind of wish that she'd made us try on the bridesmaid's dresses after all so I could roam closer to bitter with reason. She's putting me in lavender and I don't know how I feel about that. I mean, I do know how I feel about that, but there are no polite words to describe it.

Though I suppose there never really was a chance of going for stark black. Oh well.

Anyway, she's decided on a wedding brunch outside, family and close friends-ish, and somehow, Weird Guy that I work with that used to semi-stalk asked to be my date. I stared up at him and asked if his girlfriend would mind. No, of course not, he assured me. She knows *all* about you.

Ah, I said blankly. There really aren't word for moments like this one.

I think I'll take Vannezsa. My mom's side of the family is very, very Christian and I have this horrible suspicion they might get me drunk and marry me off if I bring a guy and there's a convenient minister right there. Sister has relieved them all with her ending of her sinning ways, but I'm still reprobating around.

Someone, remind me not to drink at the wedding. After all, there *will* be unmarried males there.

*worries*

My youngest sister and her boyfriend are possibly moving toward Dallas, which I'm encouraging highly. Sister says, if they leave, it will never work out. We should stop her. She's insane. She's making a mistake. She's going to regret it.

So the hell *what* if it doesn't work out? Most things don't work out, but you should damn well have the fun of failing than sitting in safety, thinking, I wish. I have Huge Issues with people refusing to do something on the possibility of it Not Working. Journeys are more important than destinations. You spend a lot more time journeying than destinizing.

More people should live by this philosophy. Hell, I should live by this philosophy, but I'm suddenly a tax paying citizen getting this beautiful income tax return and raising Child, and most of my adventurous moments are best enjoyed in text form. At least then, I can do it in my pajamas. And I have an indecent number of pajamas.

Still, though.... I'm thinking I'm going to take a chance soon. Planning it seems kind of stupid, so I'll just wait until an insanely stupid opportunity presents itself. Something idiotic and impossible and ridiculous. And I'll fail. Then I'll recolor my hair and like the world again. We shall, I think, go for the reddest red ever. Something in apple, maybe.

I did, however, recently have an Adventure By Proxy moment, better known as, when fanfic, TV, and reality combine.

Client and Friend come to the window to apply and he's one of those people just naturally funny and so we were chatting while I did my thing. Anyway, he and friend carried on conversation for my benefit, and it was...well, let me try and reproduce.

"No kids," Client says with huge, dramatic sigh. "Gave up custody."

Friend pats him. "It's okay. It wasn't your fault."

It was time for my line. "What happened?"

"Wife left me." Huge, huge dramatic sigh.

"It's not your fault," Friend comforts, patting Client's shoulder, "that she moved out of state and became a lesbian."

Man, and you think you only see this stuff on TV. I've got to pay more attention at the window. They were fun as hell. I missed them when I had to assign them out. If only everyone was so interesting. I usually get stuck between pity and frustration with people who insist on having a child a year.

My ovaries ache just thinking about it.

I did find out that I'm considered a little snobby, which is an unfortunate side effect of my life to date. There was a going away party at a nice bar for two of our clerks who are leaving (the sitch that's been giving me nightmares, as most who read this LJ know) after work. I couldn't go--well, I chose not to go. Child doesn't have me around enough, and I'm--well, I'm *tired*. My commute is long enough that even an hour more sucks time away from everything else I have to get done. So yeah, I'm not sharing the bonding with the coworkers like I should, and that does hurt. I want them to like me to a really unhealthy degree. I usually think, later. When I live closer, when Child is older, and when he doesn't lose me every other Saturday monrning as well. But Later doesn't really help Now at all.

I'm very, very tired of Later.

( work babbling )

Fandom

rivkat once again does her damndest for the Clex. No one, and I mean no one, does it like she does it.

Golden Rule by RivkaT. As usual, she does an incredible job of writing both boys, and she plays with cliches like an artist, taking one and making it so fascinating you are riveted beyond belief. See, I knew it was a mistake to click on the link.

Clark is very Clark--the Clark I love and cuddle and want to protect from everything, because he hurts himself worse than anyone else ever could. Lex is wonderfully rich, with all those carefully hidden vulnerabilities and essential honesty written into every pore of his skin. And it's great, great. No spoilers. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Four Things That Canon Will Not Abide by mobiusklein, the name I cannot spell, but must paste. Hysterical. Raises Lana hate to the finest art. And so much *fun*. I always forget this writer does the best parodies.

Anyway. That was relaxing and productive. I should reward myself with hot chocolate now.

svfic: stuck in the middle (with you)

For slodwick's "A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words" Challenge. I'm kind of impressed I made the deadline. Make that *really* impressed that I made the deadline.

The html version is here, Stuck in the Middle (With You)

( stuck in the middle )

qaffic: out in the middle of nowhere

Okay, mea culpa. I freaked out and wrote a back-up to the challenge, because for some asinine reason, I got blocked after around four hundred ninety-two words. I had no idea that was possible. But there you go.

Anyway. Second story, same picture, slodwick's "A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words" challenge.

HTML can be found here, Out in the Middle of Nowhere.

( out in the middle of nowhere )