The Crossover Queen rides again.

[lyssie]

Booyeah, baby, booyeah.

*dances* I demand coke and men to massage me, and some chocolate. And maybe someone else to cook dinner.

Because, I, baby, have NOT lost it. I can still kick it with the best of them. And John Crichton? My bitch. SO my bitch.

What has brought this on?

Simple.

Farscape/Lord of the Rings. It's bigger, better, faster, more!

Now, for a limited time only....

10,000 words, and counting. Thanks to having bugger all to do at work today. And it should be finished shortly.

Mwah. Hah. Ha.

Comments

Heh..

[antiwesley.livejournal.com]

I have Coke.
I have Chocolate.
I am a Man.
And I can cook.
Just tell me where I need to come, and I'm there...
*bows and scrapes*

[kalibex.livejournal.com]

Holieeee cr@polllla! (<--anticipatory, not negative)

[redstarrobot.livejournal.com]

You're morally deviant, and thank god you're leaving my baby alone now. :)

10,000 words... I should write that sometime. Been a while.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

No, no, your baby is currently scarring Tarrant. Sort of.

[redstarrobot.livejournal.com]

I think I approve. Physically or mentally?

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Well, I kind of already did both, but she's going to add to it.