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Wednesday, February 18th, 2004 11:04 pm
random meme from way back
I have a paper cut the size of a valley in the Grand Canyon.
Yeah, that's certainly not the most riveting bit of trivia ever, but I've had to wrap my finger for two days now. The bandaid came off at work, requiring the use of clear tape, because, man, stings. A lot. Very Big Cut.
I'm bored. I am beyond bored. I am--doing a really, really useless, very old meme from last year, because I need to entertain myself and also, jumpstart the stupid non-speaking muse who is pretty much not doing much. Except wanting weird music to listen to. I mean, not even music that's writable, because let's face it, it's just not healthy to write to an Eminem/Tori Amos double punch, whatever the hell those songs are called, and man, the person that sent me that CD mix? Do you *want* me to write serial killer fic?
Brian and Justin, on the road, ritualistically kiling people between long nights of clubbing. Then Justin finds out he's an elf. And I don't care what you say,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
josselin, the angst potential of a mixed-species relationship combined with serious sociopathic tendencies is just a recipe for fun any way you look at it. So there.
Right.
Meme--first and last lines of the last five fics you wrote. Or in my case, finished, because, well. I have scary numbers of WiPs wandering around.
With commentary, because I am *that* bored.
Firsts and Lasts
First:
Fluorescents make me look green, the penalty of being so fucking pale, and out here, it's this or pitch black, so I just wait, trying not to stare at my hands like they belong to someone else, and that someone not really human.
Last:
"I've always said a thorough education is key to a successful life."
Out in the Middle of Nowhere
( out in the middle of nowhere )
First:
"It's not even high test."
Last:
"It's a good night," Lex says airily, skipping back another step. Regressing happily into a misspent juvenile age where toilet papering your dad's Japanese garden is the most fun thing ever. Some things never change. Clark hopes they never will. "I think we'll just walk."
Stuck in the Middle (With You)
( stuck in the middle (with you) )
First:
Once upon a time...and isn't that how the best stories start?
Last:
It's going to hit like a freight train, he can feel it, any minute now, and it's never going to stop.
Stories Out of Childhood
( stories out of childhood )
First:
This, Clark thinks, has to be a dream. Not the ones where he's naked in class and supposed to be able to solve quadratic equations.
Last:
"Yeah," Clark says, distracted. "We're coming home."
This, Too (cowrite withrageprufrock
( this, too )
First:
Brian watches the block drop from Lindsay's fingers, hitting the rug soundlessly. Gus hand shoots out, groping across the floor, and Brian obligingly shifts it closer, tiny fingers closing tight and pulling it close.
Last:
Maybe he'll let Lindsay persuade him to go shopping with them tomorrow.
Don't Blink (Or You'll Miss It)
( don't blink (or you'll miss it) )
Yeah, that's certainly not the most riveting bit of trivia ever, but I've had to wrap my finger for two days now. The bandaid came off at work, requiring the use of clear tape, because, man, stings. A lot. Very Big Cut.
I'm bored. I am beyond bored. I am--doing a really, really useless, very old meme from last year, because I need to entertain myself and also, jumpstart the stupid non-speaking muse who is pretty much not doing much. Except wanting weird music to listen to. I mean, not even music that's writable, because let's face it, it's just not healthy to write to an Eminem/Tori Amos double punch, whatever the hell those songs are called, and man, the person that sent me that CD mix? Do you *want* me to write serial killer fic?
Brian and Justin, on the road, ritualistically kiling people between long nights of clubbing. Then Justin finds out he's an elf. And I don't care what you say,
josselin, the angst potential of a mixed-species relationship combined with serious sociopathic tendencies is just a recipe for fun any way you look at it. So there.Right.
Meme--first and last lines of the last five fics you wrote. Or in my case, finished, because, well. I have scary numbers of WiPs wandering around.
With commentary, because I am *that* bored.
Firsts and Lasts
First:
Fluorescents make me look green, the penalty of being so fucking pale, and out here, it's this or pitch black, so I just wait, trying not to stare at my hands like they belong to someone else, and that someone not really human.
Last:
"I've always said a thorough education is key to a successful life."
Out in the Middle of Nowhere
( out in the middle of nowhere )
First:
"It's not even high test."
Last:
"It's a good night," Lex says airily, skipping back another step. Regressing happily into a misspent juvenile age where toilet papering your dad's Japanese garden is the most fun thing ever. Some things never change. Clark hopes they never will. "I think we'll just walk."
Stuck in the Middle (With You)
( stuck in the middle (with you) )
First:
Once upon a time...and isn't that how the best stories start?
Last:
It's going to hit like a freight train, he can feel it, any minute now, and it's never going to stop.
Stories Out of Childhood
( stories out of childhood )
First:
This, Clark thinks, has to be a dream. Not the ones where he's naked in class and supposed to be able to solve quadratic equations.
Last:
"Yeah," Clark says, distracted. "We're coming home."
This, Too (cowrite with
rageprufrock( this, too )
First:
Brian watches the block drop from Lindsay's fingers, hitting the rug soundlessly. Gus hand shoots out, groping across the floor, and Brian obligingly shifts it closer, tiny fingers closing tight and pulling it close.
Last:
Maybe he'll let Lindsay persuade him to go shopping with them tomorrow.
Don't Blink (Or You'll Miss It)
( don't blink (or you'll miss it) )
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