If you would be so kind, put on those red-hot pants and take a stroll through my mind...

[lyssie]

Dear Kara Thrace, Sam Carter, and Sam Anders,

Thanks to the three of you having pre-sex banter, I almost missed my exit. Could you PLEASE not do that again while I'm negotiating traffic?

Not to mention, Kara, that grabbing Anders to prove he's turned on by the idea is NOT conducive to me stopping at red lights.

No love,
Lyssie

Comments

[daisycm83.livejournal.com]

Your brain just must be the most fun place ever.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

IT IS. But it's really pretty.

[daisycm83.livejournal.com]

With those three, how could it not be?

[theta-g.livejournal.com]

Hot Pants Explosion! Wooo!

Brain. Playlist. Give.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

It is on audio cassette. This makes the giving difficult.

But it makes fabulous music to drive to.

[havocthecat]

I could swear you posted this fic yesterday, and I couldn't read it while I was at work, so now I'm trying to hunt it down. Or am I delusional?

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Er, that would be because I locked it. You should be able to read it now.

[havocthecat]

Aha! Oh, thank you. I really wanted to read (omg, the pretty), but I was figuring I must've been mistaken.