ultraviolet9a | Just a quick, quick note to tell you

...that real life quickened the pace a bit, and I didn't have time to read or write fic (though I did reply to all my messages and emails, so go me), and I'll be catching up as soon as I can (I got high hopes for this weekend.)

So don't be so bloody prolific, people. No, really. I mean it. Stop writing. ~~See how sensible I am?~~ :)

God, I can't wait for a new meme to hit the posts. Go memes, go.

Other than that I'm unreasonably happy
(my camera is falling apart and ruined the whole sets of photographs I had for my blackandwhite photo class, but I.don't.care. There were burglars outside my house but cops got here in time, and I'm not.freaked.out.
On the other hand a new dance school opened near my house and at some point I got to go enroll cuz it sounds like fun. And I had a really good day at work, cuz my kids in school are the cutest little buggers ever.)

And I'm probably a bit hyper right now too. So. Unreasonably happy. Yes. Indeed.

Shutting up before I scare the lot of you off.

~~Memo to self: don't scare the shiny nice people away.~~

Have fun watching SPN tonight, people. I hope I'll catch up soon.

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The burglar thing would have me *very* freaked out, so it's cool that you're handling it so well. And woo-hoo on the dance school. (I am trying to learn belly dancing in my copious spare time. And there's nothing funnier than a short, round check trying to belly dance when she's got absolutely no coordination. ;-P)

And I must relay a mea culpa... Penny Hillsworth hijacked my brain and there's a new story in the Gobsmacked 'verse. But no rush. It's not going anywhere. (The story, that is. Penny sure as hell did...)

it's cool that you're handling it so well
I tend to respond well to major stuff. It's the little ones that throw me off for some reason. My self-preservation instinct is strange...

And the dance school didn't work out. At least not yet. All classes I'd like to attend are at hours or days that are impossible for me to. So. Back to jogging I reckon.

And Penny is one lucky girl.

I tend to respond well to major stuff. It's the little ones that throw me off for some reason. My self-preservation instinct is strange...

I'm the other way around, unfortunately. Sometimes the big stuff gives me the heebie-jeebies, so I deliberately try and break it down into smaller chunks.

Back to jogging I reckon.

My husband and I are actually looking at an elliptical machine (since I've pretty much peaked at my weight loss just by allowing my body chemistry to return to normal, and I really need to start exercising and something in the house would work with all the nasty Colorado weather changes)... But I still have my belly dancing DVDs...

And Penny is one lucky girl.

Ah, yes... And how very timely of you to make that observation while I'm planning out the next story in the 'verse...

Burglars? And you're not freaked out? Eeek! You need to get a big scary guard dog.
They could have done off with all your good silver! *g*

Oh yeah, and not to tease *is lying* but

elanurel's newest edition to the Gobsmacked 'verse is really perfection personified...

C'mon, you should know by now that we in the SPN fandom don't scare easy, your craziness is tame compared to some of the stuff I've come across.

Oh yeah, and not to tease *is lying* but elanurel's newest edition to the Gobsmacked 'verse is really perfection personified...

Gah! How am I supposed to live up to the hype? ;-P

Hey, totally off the topic (and sorry,

ultravoilet9a) but do you mind if I friend you. I am chatty, though...so just a warning.

I have faith! You can do it. I know I'm certainly never disappointed.

Heh. No pressure or anything.

Of course I don't mind. We seem to run in a few of the same circles. We could start a fierce gang or something. *g*

Besides, I love chatting. Have friended you back.

I have faith! You can do it. I know I'm certainly never disappointed.

* mutter *

How can I top the phone smut in the same apartment and hot sex on a chair scene? At the freaking roadhouse, no less. Wait. Pool tables...

We seem to run in a few of the same circles. We could start a fierce gang or something. *g*

I noticed as well. ;-P

What are you sorry about? *puzzled*

Because I was chatting with someone else in your journal. ;-P Some folks don't like that, and I didn't want to appear rude. (Now you see where the Victorians get their manners.)

D'oh...

That was me...

I recognized the Victorian tone, no worries. :)

I figured you would have, But I am anything if not polite. ;-P

Ah. Ok. Sweet of you actually. But am not one of those folks so... :)

You need to get a big scary guard dog. Can I have a Winchester instead? And I don't mean the rifle?

C'mon, you should know by now that we in the SPN fandom don't scare easy, your craziness is tame compared to some of the stuff I've come across.
That's just cuz I'm pulling the punches. :)

So don't be so bloody prolific, people. No, really. I mean it. Stop writing

Sing it sister! I will never be able to be caught up with this fandom *meep*.

I'm sorry for your pictures, but yay! for dancing and for sweet kids.

Sing it sister! Well, I am. But do they listen? Noooo. Prolific as ever. Ts. :)

And yay for the sweet kids, nay for the dancing. So far it's incompatible to my schedule. Bummer.

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