22 March 2009 @ 01:32 am
holy crap  
I just wrote a fic. 2,000 words of fic that demanded to be written. (I know, I know, no big deal for like, every writer out there, but a big deal for me!)

Supernatural 4x16 coda. Of a sort. I'll be right back to post but I've gotta at least read it over once before bed. I just had to take a crow moment.
 
 
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[identity profile] pocketyourpills.livejournal.com on March 22nd, 2009 04:19 am (UTC)
hey i was just looking at fares for june...was it june? are you at all interested in the meet at Welly thing? wheeeeeeen would you like me to bother you (sometimes i am so tempted to hop a plane and turn up at your doorstep!)
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[identity profile] prairie-grass.livejournal.com on March 22nd, 2009 04:25 am (UTC)
It can be June! Or April. At this point I am actually planning a trip in April to wellington to visit my brother and his girlfriend and in June I may be somewhat constrained by a big family meetup that is vaguely planned at this point, but I can be flexible!

You're always welcome to turn up at my doorstep. I have spent time today trying to solve your life but it isn't really working. I can't get around the fact that there's noting in your life that you feel passionate about.? Also, what are you hoping to find in America? This is all just part of my Pondering of your life.
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[identity profile] pocketyourpills.livejournal.com on March 22nd, 2009 07:33 am (UTC)
well let me know when there's a gap. i don't really want to turn up in the middle of a big family meetup, those things destroy me :D

i don't think why i think my life sucks is something i can really discuss in the comments of a public entry. there is no solving it because it is just the big bad hyperbolic ~*~real world~*~. i fit better in America. i am happier in America. America is not called the land of opportunity, the new world, out of arbitrariness. there is nothing in my life to be passionate about. see today's entry. i spend all day performing the same task over and over again. the only thing that breaks the monotony is the occasional bastard of a man or bitch of a secretary. this is the sum of my life. there is nothing else, except not being able to fix things, overindulgences, and wishing i had somewhere the smash my empty beer bottles.

the end!
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[identity profile] pocketyourpills.livejournal.com on March 22nd, 2009 07:34 am (UTC)
to smash. not the.


^ and stupid fucking mistakes like that. my life. in a nutshell.
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