this is not what anyone sane calls encouraging

[seperis]

Part A

Happiness is....

1.) winning my first ebay auction (this may lead down a dark path)
2.) using the ebay barcode scan function to randomly scan things and see what comes up
3.) downloading two more Android programs that also scan things.
4.) randomly scanning everything with a barcode and cackling enigmatically as others look on in worry.

Y'know. As one does.

This is one of those moments I acknowledge a worrying realization about the kind of person I am, but I just found a box with a bar code I haven't tried yet, so whatever.

Part B

I'm in a mood. No, not that kind of mood, but that kind where I am moody and (possibly?) premenstrual and want to write horrible, terrifying, sappy fic. I mean, I want to write things where people make speeches about their love and then there's lovemaking (holy God, I am using that word) on beds of flowers in some sort of meadow in an impossible spring and there are no bugs or poison ivy. Possibly birds will be singing in the background. Also, no one dies. There's a possibility someone will cry. Yeah.

...it's just worrying, all right? Maybe it will go away?

Comments

[beadattitude.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe if you make them drugged or drunk or otherwise not quite in control - perhaps some sort of truth serum that would make John blurt things but also be horribly endearingly embarrassed that he was blurting...and Rodney making awkward, heartfelt confessions about his fantasies about John's hair and how it might feel and John's lips and his stupid, stubborn courage and inability to leave people behind and that's what was driving Rodney during "Common Ground" and then John's all pissy with him and he was crushed, crushed, because John was alive and beautiful right there in front of him and by god, it's time to have it out. Preferably by yelling at John while sucking on this tongue.

There might be crying, but it might be crying with laughter.


::gives you the big eyes of "you could totally do this"::