Stagger, stagger, crawl.

[stungunbilly]

Not much for this evening; it's been a heck of a long day. ::pant:: ::pant::

Bitterchick did this though:
http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=bitterchick&itemid=160606#cutid1
which is just.funny.

and cm wrote a hot, short, and thankful piece of due south fiction which cheered me up immensely. She can be found in my friends list (lucky me!)

You folks are the sugar in the cereal. ::squeeze::

I did however come up with a story that I didn't have time to write because work sucks up all my time. So it's just this little snippet.

~
"The planets are in alignment," said JC.

Chris continued squeezing lemon into his Pepsi and ignoring Justin's
impromptu imitation of Britney's Pepsi dance. Justin did look better
doing it, though. He'd always thought. Not that Justin needed to find this
out.

"The time is right. We need to use the silver basin and fill it with
fresh rainwater."

"...," said Chris to JC.

The side door slammed against the wall when Joey came staggering into
the kitchen under four bags of groceries. The little plastic handles had
cut off the circulation of his hands, which were turning purple. Chris hoped
he'd brought peanut butter.

"...Now, what?," Justin asked JC, encouraging him.

~

The SO wants me to bring in Cthulhu, and says JC is a mad cultist.
What do you think?

Oh, and I forgot to mention and am too tired to look her up, but slashingvelma (Velma) just posted this great Chris/Nick story everyone should read in order to tell her to write more. I think it's called "Calling".

::hugs::
Night!
::staggers off::