Hey, look! Logic!

Right, so that entire bit about Anita and the others ignoring Travis in favor of petty squabbling has resulted in this:

Title: Swiftly Moving Storm
Fandom: Anita Blake
Word Count: 1,020
Notes: Kale and Trever are mine. Every one else belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. The parts in italics are from page 367 Danse Macabre

( The swiftly moving storm )

No it's not like that

I've been writing with one hand and will be for the next couple of weeks.

And no it's not for the same reasons that Fan fic writers, Hamilton and Newcomb do it. Really, I thought you knew me better than that. I only draw p0rn. not write it. Of course I only use one hand to draw too, but that's besides the point.

The reasoning for my one handed typing is because I sprained my fingers on my left hand in the most "I can't believe anyone could manage to do something so incredibly stupid that they haven't won a Darwin award yet" way.

See, I was reaching down to pet the cat and smashed the hand on the toilet seat cover.

It's amazing how many people say I need a better story after hearing that.

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I was looking for an RP community for my Star Wars twins. Just for something ... different to do with them.

Scanning around, I discovered this on one of the com's rules:

"there will be yaoi in this RPG and it will be the main type of pairing. Het can be allowed upon permission yet it will not be a main focus"

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Gay marriage being made legal yesterday reminded me of a family member.

His name was "Cousin Charlie" and he was in my grandfather's generation. My mom knew him when she was little and loved him dearly. Whenever he would come over, my grandfather would run around going "Where's my bathrobe! Where's my bathrobe! Charlie's coming over!" and my bubbie would roll her eyes at this.

Charlie, my mom says, committed suicide.

With this law having passed, I started to wonder what it would have been like for him, if he lived now. Or didn't kill himself.

I honestly don't know.

But I've been thinking about it.