so of course I wanted one too....I adopted a cute lil' dragon fetusfrom Fetusmart! Hooray fetus! ain't he cute :P

I dyed my hair...box said "intense red"...so why is my hair purple??

This one is for eudaimon...Noah is from a fic we're working on together and no we won't tell you about it yet :P...I hope I did this justice honey...and I hope I got Ben down right...I'm the master of my wheel of my very own wheel..."You never dance at The Garden." Ben was getting ready for work, the rip in the ass of his jeans becoming a little wider as he bent over the hamper, searching for his work shirt.Noah pulled the missing shirt off the arm of the couch, dangling it from one finger. "Never hear the right song." He stated it simply, shrugging like it was already obvious. "And what is the right song?" Ben snatched the shirt.Noah stole a quick kiss, eyes playful. "Well now, if I just went and told you....then it'd be too damn easy."***It was a Tuesday night at the bar, which meant it was slow but not too slow. There were at least a couple dozen people for Noah to watch in search of inspiration but it was empty enough where the corner was left all to himself. He had been playing with drawing different sets of wings when he first heard it. An opening melody so distinct that he dropped his pen, eyes searching the room. Ben was standing next to the stereo, giving Noah an all-knowing grin that made his entire body clinch. The lyrics started within seconds of the opening, and Noah's eyes drifted shut, words pulling him to a clearing in the bar where there were already a few girls dancing halfheartedly.Today I am spinning on a wheelI'm a slave to the wheel and there isn't any stopping...Noah threw himself into the music, eyes completely closed, mouth silently following the lyrics. His body flowed, turning into something so liquid that it was hard to tell where one movement ended and another began. Fishnet covered arms making intricate movements while wrists snapped and his body twisted. There weren't any choreographed moves, nor was there anything that ever really been done before. This was something tribal and wild that once set free took on a life of his own. Power radiated off of Noah, drawing more people to the floor. Soon he was surrounded by a dozen girls hopelessly trying to copy his movements. They parted and reformed around him as the song continued and his twisting and turning sent him snaking around the floor. Noah never ever realized they were there until the song drifted to an end and his eyes opened. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face as pale green eyes that still seemed a bit wild looked over to Ben. Noah moved off the floor, a few arms reaching for him begging him to stay and dance some more. But it wasn't the right song. He watched Ben give him another smirk as he went back to work serving shots. Noah smirked back and reminded himself to find out later how Ben had known the right song...

here's the first of the request fics...for banshe5n who requested Gabriel and Terranthis fic only has Gabriel..but more are to come in this seriesNoir- PreparingGabriel sat on the floor of the apartment, back resting against the couch, all five of his guns layed out on the table in front of him. He moved down the line, hands disassembling and cleaning, looking for any imperfection that might hinder the events to come. His mind was left to wander through this process...flashing through time and bringing images to the surface that had spent far too long in the dark.Fourteen and they had taken his family. Well, perhaps family was the wrong word. They had taken his father. He woke up on the morning of his fourteenth birthday and got himself a gun because the night before they had put three bullets in his father's forehead. While Gabriel wasn't neccessarily mourning the loss, he felt that they still didn't have the right to kill him.Well-practiced hands reassembled the first gun, barrel snapping into place.ClickFourteen and he was on his own in the world. His father always told him that he had been born under a bad sign. His birth had killed his mother and no amount of penance would ever make up for that loss in his father's eyes. The man never even pretended to love him. It was something that Gabriel had always been surprisingly grateful for...yet it was also the thing that made him hate him all the more.ClickFourteen and he had killed his first man. A lucky shot. He knew it then and still knew it now. Blood leaking from the corner of the guy's mouth. Eyes dead to the world. Lifeless. Cold. But still warmer than the eyes of the boy who held the gun.ClickAnd now he had let someone into his life. He had opened the door just that small crack and it was enough to let Terran pour through, lighting all the dark corners that made up his everyday life. He got too close. It was his own damn fault. And now? Well...now he was paying for it because they had tried to take Terran away too. They still might take him awayClickFourteen and he had killed his first man. Twelve years later and he was better now. Much better. The best. They'd be coming for him soon. And he would take them all down, or die trying because this time they tried to take something that he actually cared about. This time there'd be an end to it all.Click

internet access is now mine..so I'm back.but not fully. at least not at this moment...I will be 100% in the morning. right now I'm sore and tired and while I said I was going to get all the request fics out tonight...it's gonna have to be the morning..these last two weeks have been chaos.much love to all of you. I've really missed you.

1. i am at my bro's house using his comp cuz i needed an internet fix. his house is messy and i hate this damn keyboard...GAH2. house things are going well..i've been painting and gardening and surprisingly calm..3. except that i miss ya'll and i miss ya'lls boys and *pout* qwest says my modem will be here by the 9th..but it sucks4. but i am handwriting the requests ya'll gave me...so there will be much posting when i get back..5. i still miss ya'll*hopin the 9th comes soon*

house closes in an hour. gaaaahhhh my tummy is going to eat itself...I lose internet access as of tomorrow night. won't have it back until the 8th or so...might end up running to muh brudder's house a couple of days though because i can not last that long. anyone who wants muh new addy gimme a hollar at mayshowersfall at hotmail dot com. i have to go pack up my car.*rushes like a madwoman*

so I mentioned earlier that I might make a request...here goes.as I'm sure everyone knows, or guesses, or whatnot..I'm moving to a house on Weds. *everything* has to be free of my apartment Sat. because of the oddity of this town...I might not have internet access until the 8th *ugh..save me*all my books are packed away in boxes and are in storage as is everything else semi-amusing. so here's the deal:while I'm sure I'll be painting walls and such...i need something to do at night while I lay in bed.so I'm asking each of you to request a fic. hell, request 2 or 3 or 9...I want *lots* of writing to do...they can be for boys you've already seen...or something you would like to see me write. get this to me by weds. and then I can print off the requests and have something to keep me busy. I'm afraid that if I don't have things I have to write for people..I won't make myself write as often as I really should...please ya'll. We've already decided to not have cable at the house because it doesn't really get used so I'll be in an empty house with no tv or internet (ie: no mind-numbing boxes). request as many fics as you want. keep me busy at night (donnie works 3rd shift...so i really will be alone at night) and when i get my internet back I will post all the fics...hell...if you want a letter. I'll write you a letter too...just gimme ya address in email. I just want to spend my time writing so i don't go insane.

i hate packing...unpacking isn't looking enjoyable either...more later, and perhaps a request of you

whew...done...mega mega mega luv to cindy tsuki_no_bara for putting all this together..this was the hardest piece I have ever written..simply because I got struck with new boys and then 10 pages of notes and one failed attempt later I learned that this is part of a much bigger epic that I'm scared of...I don't know if I can do it justice..I blame my inspiration for my new boys on Troy and R's eudaimon Kingmaker...(I am also rather thankful for this inspiration because if I can make it work...it'll be something great. so if you care to see the much much MUCH bigger story behind this...it will be developing in this journal)now then:I was writing for caron starchild_dscwho wanted: something angsty, a hardship...they love each other, it can never be and he/she eventually has to say so..and a few good thunderstorms.*big breath* I think this works. I hope this works...and caron...if you are anyway unhappy...gimme some time and I'll write you something else...k?DutyYou think you know all about love stories. Each and every of you can recite dozens. A man leaves his life goes to war kills his brother his friendall for the woman he loves. Dont you know that those are all made up? Theyre trite. Theyre also wrong. Im going to tell you a story, that isnt a story. I fell in love with a blacksmith. I was the leader of our people. Great people who had survived famine. Greed. Lust. And War. Generations of tradition. Generations of Survival. We had recently even survived the plague that had torn the other great countries to their knees. I fell in love with a blacksmith, who my country would not let me have. This is what love is like.**We were young. I can see that now. But do not mistake my youth for an excuse. I do not make excuses for what happened between me and my blacksmith. There is no need for excuses. It was love. There is never an excuse for love. Only lust has need for excuses and this was far more than that. He was everything I had ever wanted to be all wrapped up into a single package. He was simple. Not stupid, do not make that mistake. I mean things were easy for him. Yes, all lives have their hardships and Im sure I brought him many but I really did believe he had everything. No castles. No advisors. Nobody making decisions for him for the good of his people. All he had to worry about was his shop and his work. Nobody rested the cares and concerns of a country on his shoulders. I stumbled into his shop as I was fleeing my responsibilities. Kings have need of fresh air, too. I had used my childhood adventures to escape the castle at the break of dawn and travel down to the market. That day all I wanted was to be Alex for a few hours. Not King Alexander. King Alexander was promised to marry a woman he had never met from a country he had never been to. Alex was just looking for some breakfast. It had started to rain. But rain isnt really a harsh enough word to describe what the skies did that day. It was a stormy downpour that drenched everything within minutes. I feared becoming ill and stepped into the closest open door to wait out the rain before heading back to the castle. I give thanks to that storm every day that I wake. The inside of the building was slightly smoky and the waves of heat rolling across the room were almost visible. I could hear the faint clang of a hammer over the pounding of the storm and moved carefully towards the sound, curious as to what I had stepped into. What I found was the only thing that has ever made me want to fall to my knees and give instant thanks to the gods. He was gorgeous. But even that doesnt do him justice. He was standing in front of the fires, working a piece of metal. The heat was causing sweat to run down his arms and chest, which had been left bare. He was about my height, not too short, not too tall. Average yet exquisite. Muscles in his arms were straining as he continued to shape the metal. He had red hair that was bound at the base of his neck and when he turned to look in my direction, I found warmth in his green eyes. He had placed his work into a barrel of water and was walking in my direction when something made him stop in his tracks. Without really knowing it, I had pushed my hood back off my face to keep the water from dripping down. Even when they were slightly damp, the strands of my hair were golden. Mlord. He fell to his knees, head lowered.I frowned and grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him to his feet. I am simply Alex for today.You are the king, mlord? Not simply Alex.Please. Just Alex. I left behind the mlord when I left behind my crown. I just ducked in here to wait out the storm. I didnt mean to disturb your work.It is an honor to have you here. He brushed soot off a stool and offered it to me. Pleasejust carry on. I dont need any special treatment. As you wish. He nodded and went back to his metal work. I watched him as he shaped and sharpened the chest plate, taking delicate care with each curve. I dont know what it was about him. Maybe it was the care in his work. Or the way he could devote his time to just one task, not having to worry about how working with that metal would affect the other metals surrounding him. There was nothing particular about him. But he was beautiful to me. And I wanted to share in that beauty. To see if some of it would rub off and somehow make my life a bit simpler. Besides, I was King. And kings could have whatever they wantedcouldnt they?I suppose you could say I courted my blacksmith over the next few weeks. I would sneak out of the castle as dawn broke and make my way down to his shop. It only took a few days before he would stop bowing upon my entrance. It was a few more before I convinced him to let me have just one kiss. Our relationship wasnt just concerned with the physical. More often than not I would sit and speak with him about his trade while he hammered out another piece of armor or a sword. I remember once he even tried to teach me to make a horseshoe. But that only led to disaster. I knew the constant secrecy of our relationship troubled him, but what was I to do? It was worth it though. We were happy. I would have given anything for him. All he had to do was ask. He never asked. It is storming outside right now. I can hear the rain beating at the stones, pounding out a rhythm I cant quite follow. It is fitting that it rains as I remember this. It is probably the rain that makes me remember. Storms brought us together, and they would be there when we fell apart as well. Lightning cracked. Thunder roaring in its wake and he had raised his voice to be heard over the storm. You cant keep doing this!I was pacing across the shop, cheeks flushed with anger. I had leaned in to kiss him when rough hands shoved me away. I can do as I please.He laughed then. Shaking his head, arms crossing over a bare chest. No, Alex. You cant.I can find a way. I can have the queen the people want and have you. It is you that I want. Shouldnt that matter for something?She arrives tomorrow. You should be at your castle preparing for her. Not here with me.I have time. I can make time.He had turned his back to me then. I could see the muscles in his shoulders bunching as tension pulled them taut. You are to be married. Just because you are King does not mean you can do as you please. I have no one to answer to. But you? You have a country full of citizens to answer to and they are what should matter to you. Not me. Never me. You are to be married. What king has another man standing by his side?I stood there, frozen. Not even the violent cracks of lightning were enough to shake me. Somewhere, I knew that he was right. But I had convinced myself that I could have it all. Maybe I could have had it all. Yet, what could I do? I left him that day. I walked out into the storm and never looked back. I didnt raise the hood of my cloak. Nor did I lower my head. I had no care for who saw me. I let the rain mix with the tears trailing down my cheeks. A king, after all, has a duty to his people.

1. Take five books off your bookshelf.2. Book #1 -- first sentence3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book7. Make the five sentences into a paragraphI who once wrote songs with joyful zeal am driven by grief to enter weeping mode. You can't control everything. Can the Sun borrow its Light from the bottomless Abyss? I believe well, said Arthur, that this matter pleaseth thee well, but these answers may not be answered, for the demand grieveth me sore, for truly I will never pay truage to Rome, wherefore I pray you to counsel me. It owned the air. ***heh..not so bad, especially considering that I had a scholarly thesis in there...*sigh* I want to get moved and settled so I can go back to reading and not have to spend my time packing

a lil bit of Noah...ya'll have heard the deal, co-writing project with eudaimon, can't see it yet, la la...but seeing a glimpse of Ben this morning in her journal brought him back to life and I wanted to capture it ***"Do you believe in fate?"Noah blinked, raising his head from his sketchbook and glancing around. The question had been whispered into his ear, lips brushing against his skin and it was enough to pull him out of his daze of sketching in The Garden. He had picked a table against the far wall, out of the way of the crowds and the dancing, close enough to feel their energy but not close enough to get caught up in it. He was usually left to his own devices on these nights in The Garden, watching Ben work behind the bar just waiting to be taken home. "Well, sugah?" He blinked again, remembering what had brought him out of his normal routine. The voice at his ear. Turning his head, pale green eyes caught glimpses of sunrise colored hair, streaks of gold and orange violently twisted into a knot on top of her head. Eyes and lips lined in black, she was pretty, almost sketchable, but the desire to grab his pencil didn't come over him with this one. She was leaning close to him, vinyl and skin brushing against his arm, lips parted in a prayer. "Sometimes." He couldn't help but glance at the bar, watching Ben move. Dark corkscrews tumbling over his forehead as he poured shots, soft lips yelling something to a regular down at the other end of the bar. When he turned to grab more bottles, Noah could imagine the rip in his jeans, just below his ass. It was just the briefest of looks, a few seconds, but more than enough to make Noah smile. "If you catch me on a good night, I believe."The girl smiled and tried to place her lips over his. Noah turned his head, letting the kiss graze across his cheek. He could feel her pout and walk away. No doubt off to ask another boy about fate and her place in it. He lit a clove, watching the smoke drift and swirl. Fate had already found his place.

my apartment is crazy...boxes and piles of stuff everywhere..it's a mess, driving me insane tooand i feel like crap. stupid self being a girl. at least it's not and not next week when i'm trying to move and paint...i want to write, but boys are quiet...bah.i've been sketching out the painting I'm doing of simon..i have him done, need a background though..and he's holding something...kinda looks like a paintbrush but I keep thinking "why the hell does simon have a paint brush?" i dunno.i have craft projects that I promised people that I need to finish simply because I want to have less stuff to move.off to work I go

why is it when I think something really good is happening...it's not..and it's bad..I need to come up with $300 in 3 weeks..fan-frekkin-tastic.i have no job. i can't get a job because of my shoulder and I don't think anyone is going to be paying me to write any time soon...I have to go find stuff to sell now.....not that I have that much...I hate this.I hate being broke.and I hate creditors.

so..I get out of the bath, after having a nice soak..and reading a nice vampire book...sit at my computer, check my email, see a comment from cindy (tsuki_no_bara), have a brief "yay..people still read my stuff moment"..and then ambrose starts ranting and babbling in my head and won't be quiet... :P (but I still adore cindy..so is all good...)she wanted the reasoning for the tattoo...They were laying side by side on the bed, both boys on their backs, not touching, just staring up at the ceiling. They were on top of the blankets, Ambrose with nothing on, afraid of anything touching freshly-inked skin, Eliah had been convinced to strip down to his boxers, t-shirt and khakis in a pile at the foot of the bed. Eliah stretched, folding his arms beneath his head. "Is it later yet?""Hmm?" "You said you'd tell me about the tattoo 'later.' Is it later yet?"He could feel the bed shake softly with the kid's laughter, a thigh briefly brushing against his. "I said 'maybe later.' Not 'definately later.' But I can spill."Eliah smiled, closed his eyes, let the kid's voice wrap around him."It has to do with feeling 'industrial' and I don't mean like the music although I do like that kind of music. It's just the way everything turns now. This world is all about technology and industry, it wraps itself around every molecule of air and soon you don't even notice that you're breathing it all down anymore. I have a lot of time to myself up here, staring up, thinking, wondering. I think man has just come down to a commodity. 'Manpower' and all that shit. We're not people anymore, we're part of a the machinery that is used to build up this world of technology. People use other people to get what they want and it's become so commonplace that it doesn't seem like a big deal any more. I will always be a tool to someone. Something they need to get something."Ambrose paused for a moment, taking in a breath. "Say one fucking word about The Matrix and I'll kick yer ass outta bed." Eliah imagined the kid smirking. "Now, if you're wondering why I got it around my cock....there are a lot of reasons. The easiest to explain is this: that's the tool that is used most often. That's what I've been used for most often. Every girl I have ever been with wanted me for that...not for me. So the tattoo is a reminder to me of what most people are after when I'm concerned. A reminder that people have wanted me just to fuck and I've gone after other people just for the fuck. Is a shitty way to treat someone, but seems like the standard these days."Eliah opened his eyes as Ambrose's voice trailed off. "I think I get it.""No." Ambrose shook his head. "You don't." He wouldn't say anything else for the rest of the night.

tsuki_no_bara's prize for the song meme. eliah/ambrose and seeing ambrose's new tattoo..pre-smut, and a bit lengthyeven gods fall- fresh inkThey stumbled out the door of the tattoo parlor, Eliah's lips red and slighlty swollen, one arm clutching Ambrose to his side. He eased Ambrose into the passenger seat of his black Nissan Altima the kid mumbling something about "goddamn shifting bandages."Closing the door, Eliah jogged to the other side, practically throwing himself into the driver's seat. Ambrose gave him a look - one sculpted eyebrow raised, lips tilted in a smirk. Eliah started the car, opening his mouth to ask "where to?" when the kid's voice filled the silence. "Take me home, Mister Man. 'S been a long night. 720 E. 3rd."Eliah nodded, turning to head back west towards downtown. The ride was spent mostly in silence. Ambrose poked through his CD's, snorted and tossed the case in the back seat. He then scanned through every known radio station in the area, finally settling on some song Eliah didn't recognize. "Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there. With open arms and open eyes." The kid's voice was faint over the radio, but distinctive enough to where Eliah could still hear it. His voice had this odd quality to it that made every word seem haunted, almost unreal. Eliah blinked, and almost missed his turn. Taking the right a bit more sharply than he had intended, causing Ambrose to fall against his right arm. "Sorry."Ambrose just laughed and uprighted himself, a slender hand pushing his hair out of his eyes. 720 E. 3rd ended up being The Black Horse Salloon. Eliah parked near the back of the building, cutting off the engine. "You live above a bar?"Ambrose shrugged as he climbed out of the car. "Rent's cheap. And I have an active night life, considering I have to flee the place during opening hours...else the country music drives me insane."Eliah opened his door, standing and leaning against it. "I suppose. Well...goodnight, I guess."Ambrose started walking towards the stairs. "Coming up." It wasn't even close to being a question. Eliah smiled, closing the door and jogging to catch up. The apartment was small. Living room and kitchen making up one room, two doors leading off. There was a futon in the middle of the room, a guitar that looked like it had seen better days leaning against the back. A few cans of Dr. Pepper next to the sink. Other than that the room was bare. Ambrose was already disappearing into one of the other rooms and Eliah went to follow him, leaning against the frame of the door. There was a bed in the far corner, draped in black and white. A stereo on the wall next to him, CD's roughly stacked on the floor - threatening to topple over. Ambrose was to his right, standing in front of a closet arranged neater than Eliah ever would have imagined. Ambrose turned and grinned at Eliah, blue eyes much too close to violet to really be called blue scanning him from head to toe. "So, decide about your payment for losing round one?"Eliah shook his head, running a hand over closely cropped brown hair. "Hadn't even thought about it.""You can tend to my wounds then." Ambrose smirked."Wounds?""The tattoo...""Oh..." Eliah grinned. "That supposed to be a punishment?"Ambrose shrugged. "Only thing I can think of that I need right now." He pulled his black t-shirt over his head, depositing it in the hamper next to him, he toed his way out of his shoes and kicked them behind him. Eliah's eyes ran over the kid's chest. He was skinny, but not too skinny. Muscles defining his shoulders, his abs. He followed overly defined hipbones to where they disappeared into the kid's jeans. "Don't gawk. It isn't polite." Ambrose was grinning and walking towards him, bare feet padding against the carpet. "C'mon. Bathroom."Eliah moved out of the doorway and let Ambrose walk through, following him into the bathroom. Towels drapped the floor, most of them spotted with purple dye. Ambrose pointed to the sink. "Wash your hands. I definately don't want this getting infected."Eliah washed his hands while Ambrose leaned against the wall next to him. There was a towel hanging over the side of the sink that looked free of hair dye, so Eliah used it to dry his hands. When he was done, he noticed Ambrose unzipping his jeans, eyes half closed, wincing every once in awhile. "What do I need to do?" Eliah's eyes were glued to the pale skin starting to show."Stop staring." Ambrose grinned at him again. "For now, get the jeans off, get the fucking bandage off, and put some A&D on it. I would do it myself, except that fucker, Jason, was right...I shouldn't have worn jeans."Eliah slid his hands down the kid's sides, unable to avoid touching the kid's skin. He pushed his hands between denim and skin, stretching the fabric as much as it would allow and working him down the kid's legs. He felt one of Ambrose's hands on his shoulder as the kid stepped out the jeans, kicking them to a corner. Eliah knelt on the floor, eyes traveling up the kid's legs. "Close your eyes, k-Ambrose. I imagine this will hurt." Eliah rested on hand on the kid's thigh, the other hand grabbing the edge of the bandage that was roughly cut and taped to circle the kid's cock. Faint hints of ink were jutting out from the edge of the bandage and Eliah noticed that the kid had shaved in preperation for the tattoo. Eliah bit his lip as he peeled away at the bandage, trying to be as slow and painless as he could. He heard Ambrose hiss and felt that hand grip his shoulder. More ink was appearing as he peeled, unmistakenly black against pale skin. "Just rip the fucker." Ambrose's voice was raw, breathless. Eliah moved faster, peeling away the last bit of bandage and tossing it to the floor, eyes fixed to the revealed design. It was an almost tribal representation of two gears, one larger than the other. The largest gear framed his cock in a perfect circle, the second one was much smaller and sat to the upper right of the first, partly overlapping it. Eliah's breath escaped him in a rush, fingers ghosting over the design, following each groove. "Here." Ambrose was holding a small packet in front of Eliah's eyes, cutting off part of his view. Eliah blinked, eyes travelling up to look at him. "A&D Ointment, remember? You were staring again."Eliah took the packet, ripping the corner and putting some of the clear ointment on his fingers. "Just never seen anything like it...why this?""It's hard to explain, Mist-""Eliah." "...Eliah." He could hear the kid smiling. Eliah carefully applied the ointment, making the tattoo glisten and shine, fingers sliding along the length of Ambrose's cock - part accident, part not. "You could try to explain.""Maybe..." Ambrose groaned softly. "Maybe later."Eliah smiled softly, standing and setting the half-empty packet on the edge of the sink. "You're tended to now.""Thanks." Ambrose gave him a quick kiss on the lips, strands of hair brushing against Eliah's forehead, then he moved past Eliah and out the door. Eliah arched a brow and followed. Ambrose was crawling into bed and Eliah leaned against the doorframe to watch, admiring. "Need anything else?""Stay?" It was definately a question this time. Eliah smiled and nodded, walking across the room. "Yeah...I'll stay."

just have come back from seeing TroyI wish there was another showing tonight so that I could see it again..many good things have come this evening...during the movie I received my inspiration for my ficathon piece(which I have already started typing)...which will be the introduction to something much longer :Dtsuki_no_bara's request will be fulfilled...the boys(ambrose and eliah...figured I should specify seeing as I have accumilated many boys) are playing in my head as I type this and..I have the urge to paint...thanks to the piece that she wrote tonight...as long as simon agrees to the whole experience I will probably be sketching tomorrowI love that my muses love meedit: i was going to ask this when i typed all this but I got sidetracked by all the muses...would anyone be willing to beta my ficathon piece?? If things go well (and they are so far..I can't see to write things down fast enough) I should have it done by Monday...pretty please...*convinces a couple of the boys to bat their eyelashes* *Gabriel and Ambrose are growling in unison* *flees*

it's raining..it's been storming for the past three days and I couldn't be happier. I love storms :Dnow if only I wasn't sick...

after much screaming and fussing...I have a new layout..i like it..but I don't *love it*i made it all by myself...with paint..and this is the first one I've ever tried...but the picture is still very pretty and that makes me happy..I'm sure I'll replace it with one of eudaimon's layouts pretty soon..cuz i love all the ones she does

I got amazing books in the mail...I'm so fcking happy..well..tsuki_no_bara hun..I think you've gotten the most song lyrics...whatcha want for a fic?1)someday - nickelback2)white trash wedding - dixie chicks3)black velvet - alannah myles4) jolene - mindy smith (or dolly parton)5)temple of love - sisters of mercy6)deep - NIN7)celebrity skin - hole8)simon says - drain STH9)pardon me - incubus10)nessaja - scooter11)i feel loved - depeche mode12) amazed - lonestar13) leave you far behind - lunatic calm14) in demand - texas15)redneck woman - gretchen wilson16)iris - goo goo dolls17)siren- tori amos18) behind blue eyes - the who19) unemployed boyfriend - everclear20)building a mystery - sarah mac.ya'll rock. i couldn't even remember some of my own songs. note: the house officially closes on the 25th at 9:15 AM...which means the next weeks hold cleaning, packing, sketching out ideas for decorating, and shopping for paint and supplies and such. I have concepts for four of the rooms already..just a few more to go..I at least want to get alllllll the walls painted before stuff gets moved in. it'll make my life so much easier.