I wonder if lemon drizzle cake will get rid of the taste. Got to be worth a try.
I do hugely appreciate all the kind feedback I've had on my recent fics, and I will get to replying. I just... I'm in the mood to put fic out there and vanish into the night again. Like a fic ninja. You know? So, think of my fic as my inarticulate way of expressing my love for you all. :)
I have made myself a 'My fandom... does it in tents' T-shirt. Now I want to paint things on all my T-shirts. I have to restrain myself. I've gone through phases of that in the past, and ended up with nothing to wear that didn't have something embarrassingly geeky painted on it. Or the time I got into dying clothes - everything I owned was one shade of green. It was kind of like being a cartoon character.
Still, just one more T-shirt won't hurt...
I tidied my kitchen this Saturday just gone. Well, 'blitzed' might be a better word - well, except that implies destruction and devastation, and really, the opposite is true... Anyhow, I cleared out a ton of stuff - all the tupperware that I've mysteriously acquired over the years (from my mum? at Christmas?) that didn't have tops or had gone all sticky, and the old blender that never worked very well, and those hideous plates that A was given and which have never been used, and... etc. I've got to make a trip to a charity shop in the near future. I'm not sure what to do with the stuff that's not charity-shop worthy, though. It seems a bit wrong to just chuck it in the bin, but I can't think what else to do with it.
No news on the job front, as yet.
I have made myself the perfect icon for when I don't have the perfect icon. My obsessive completism knows no bounds.
(The title of this post. When does Jack say that? Help me, fangirls, you're my only hope...)
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This is what it's like, living with my brain.
And despite managing to spit out over 3k words of 5 Times yesterday, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR MORE BUNNIES!
What I need is a shot gun loaded with fic bunny shot.