BSC Balloon Poll: Round 8

"Actually, Claud, looks like you're next."

"Oh." Claud sighed and tossed the art supplies and Snickers bars she'd stashed in her pockets over the balloon's edge. They continued to sink, swayed perilously close to the top of a very, very tall tree. "It's not too surprising, actually, right?"

"What? It's surprising to me," Mary Anne told her; she was going to start crying again.

"OK, then, over you go, Claud."

"Bye guys," Claudia said, and jumped.

"She went awfully quickly." Dawn frowned.

"Yeah, well, Ari was eager to get on to the love triangle of DOOM, and she's having a wicked bad week, so leave her alone," Kristy told them. "Speaking of the love triangle, Dawn, I'll fight you for it."

"Huh?"

"I'll fight you for the chance to die for Mary Anne."

"Mary Anne, you'd rather I stay here and comfort you for her death, right? I mean, how good can Kristy be at providing comfort?"

"Actually, Kristy's good at lots of things," Mary Anne reminded Dawn. "Taking care of kids, and..."

"If you finish that sentence, Mary Anne, I'll kill you. Besides, aren't you still grieving for Logan?"

"Who?"

( oh noes! What will happen next? )

*headdesk*

Worked on resume a tiny bit, tried to formulate a plan, failed at formulating a plan, despaired at ever, ever, ever getting anything done, talked on the phone to venusinrapture, did not work at all on any of the ficathon things have due, or the things I have outstanding beta's for, considered dropping out of everything fannish and giving up forEVER on everything.

Wisely decided against that. For now. I guess.

Googled "CJ/Weir" without results. *fuck*. The whole fandom is Josh/Sam and CJ/Toby, which is great; I love the ho!yay of Josh/Sam as much as anyone, but there should really be more CJ fic. CJ/anyone. Really. raedbard, I'm like, having the flip side of your problem. All the Toby fic may be CJ/Toby, but all the CJ fic is ALSO CJ/Toby. *commiserates*

Eh. I don't know if I'm feeling all wacky because I'm out of a job, or because of the family sitch, or just because my hormones are out of whack, but dude. There's the family Talk tomorrow night that I'm looking forward to like a root canal, there's the actual root canal (okay, wisdom teeth extraction) that I'm looking forward to like a family dinner about my parents' impending divorce, and just *fuck*. Primal SCREAM.

if you really loved me, you'd write me CJ/Weir fic

Teh_gf and I spent a good ten minutes figuring out what I wanted out of a WW/SG x-over. Finally decided ( cut for self indulgent crackfic )

I need to write an essay about why I love John Crichton more than is humanly possible by tomorrow.

FSCK.