when it rains...

it fucking pours.

here i've been moping to myself lately about the relative lack of exciting new fic and kablam it all appears in one night. LOBELIA. love her sense of humor. ladymoonray. darcy & ice. and darcy's earlier today. you all rock and i haven't the energy to write to all the individuals as it is fast approaching 2 am. i am so sleepy.

spent the day washing down the new apartment in preparation for this painting party - for which we now have 13 yes and 4 maybe on our invite. that's better. my friends aren't total losers, they're just rather last minute. i have approximately 6,452 things to do before the party starts at 2 tomorrow. so i guess i'd better fuck off to bed now.

so, any of you writers reading this - great work! thank you thank you.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

o.mi.gah.

the dom/billys are coming out of the fucking woodwork all of a sudden. written by the likes of ice and cimorene. i could die happy. except i have NO fucking time to read them. meh. i only have a minute to scribble this and then must run off to do the 6,000+ things to prepare for today's party. is it sick and wrong that i would rather read these stories than host this little paint-fest? that's a question i probably shouldn't ask.

paint paint paint paint paint paint paint paint paint paint paint paint