heheheh.

I could get behind something like this: http://www.livejournal.com/users/jmtorres/485108.html?view=3147252#t3147252

And have, too.

1000 drabbles! We can do it!

Yeah.

In other news, there is no longer an A.j. Although she left her applesauce

And her cat. So. We have a cat again. Which is kinda nice, 'cause he's a fuzzy ball of fur and cuddly.

Now, if only my fictives would all behave. Sigh.

Another reason why Ryss is a bad influence on me...

[03:27] < Sarya> Oh,god. *beats Sam and Jack with a stick* Just have sex already, god-damnit!
[03:28] < Nightwing> Jack: Don't we need clearance, first?
[03:29] < Sarya> Sam: Screw the regs. I'm horny.
[03:31] < Nightwing> Jack: (considers) Oh, so... you're cranky when you're frustrated. (blinks) This explains... so much...
[03:35] Sam: (crosses arms) I'm sure it does.
[03:52] < Nightwing> Jack: (innocent look) What?
[03:52] < Nightwing> Jack: You're not suggesting that's -my- fault, are you, Carter?
[03:57] < Sarya> Sam: Never in a month of Sundays, sir.
[04:02] < Nightwing> Jack: Good. As long as we're clear on that...
[04:08] < Sarya> Sam: As crystal, sir.
[04:15] < Nightwing> Jack: Are you.... busy, Carter?
[04:20] < Sarya> Sam: I was... probably going to work on some naquadria calculations. But they could wait...

(um, that would be from this morning. And I went to bed at 4:49 am....)