sleepy.
Sadly, this will never make it into fic: "My name is John Crichton, and I'm apparently the universe's troubleshooter and all-around helper." John muttered sarcastically as he stalked down the street. "Looking for love? Call John! Looking for ghosts? Call John! Looking for Earth? Well, that might cost ya extra!"
I love me some snarky bastards.
There is snow outside. And it's cold. I don't like cold. (note to self: your hat is on the bloody tower. Try to remember it tomorrow).
New BSG on Sunday.
Sigh. I have, like, two fics I wanted to have finished before it premiered, but I doubt that will happen. I'm like a god-damned bloody magpie. Flitting from fic to fic and never finishing anything. Of course, the good news is I entertain myself at work with massive plots.
I love me some snarky bastards.
There is snow outside. And it's cold. I don't like cold. (note to self: your hat is on the bloody tower. Try to remember it tomorrow).
New BSG on Sunday.
Sigh. I have, like, two fics I wanted to have finished before it premiered, but I doubt that will happen. I'm like a god-damned bloody magpie. Flitting from fic to fic and never finishing anything. Of course, the good news is I entertain myself at work with massive plots.
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um, you just described me
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*sigh*
And I can't seem to finish that frakking fic for
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Actually, even post-PKW, Grayza would still be after his ass. If only for revenge. And the Scarrans might have it as a back-burner priority, since I doubt they'll honor the treaty for any length of time...
Well, you should! *waves whip*