Perfectly Imperfect

It's looking like I'm going to miss another daily drabble update today. I'd feel more guilty about it if I'd gotten more than four hours of sleep last night and didn't feel like I was about to keel over at any moment. Anyway, there's no fic, but I'm going to post a conversation between topetine and myself discussing the fic that I should have posted today. Yes, this is the sort of stuff we talk about when we're alone together on gchat. I'd like to point out that math has never been my strong suit and I tend to forget everything about it as soon as possible.

WARNING: This conversation is Very Much NSFW. Also? It's probably not nearly as funny to people who aren't us.

( topetine: Would you hate me if I prompted you "lassiter/conforth kinkysexin (cuffs, ties, the baton...) either past or present?" )

So, it's about 2:40 in the morning and my brain shows no signs of switching off anytime soon, despite my body's rather loud Opinions about that. But that's not the point. If there is a point. Is there a point?

There's a point.

So! I'm purposefully vague about exactly how old I am most of the time, though it's not exactly secret keeping so much as my internet paranoia kicking in. It's one of those things that you could probably figure out if you talk to me long enough or are kind of a stalker, but I'm Curious. Based on our interactions and my writing, how old do you, my beloved flist, think I am?

And for participating, have a picture of a baby squirrel. If you aren't answering the question, don't look. This squirrel is not for you. *frowns sternly*

I have three Halloween costume ideas that I'm tossing around in my head right now, but I'm having trouble deciding.

1. Velma from Scooby Doo

2. Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds

3. Alex de Large from A Clockwork Orange

Any thoughts?

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Very High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information --

I know I have my issues, but I've always considered myself to be a lot more low key than this is saying I am. =/

Stolen from gothabilly13 .

So sleepy. Promise I'll respond to comments on the last part of Hot Like Mexico later, but I doubt they'd be coherent right how. Lalala.

1. I had a great idea for an original short story about a couple caught in a horrible, codependent, abusive relationship but refusing to admit it's unhealthy or that anything's wrong because they're 'in love'. Very high tension, lots of explosive sequences, sociopathic tendencies, general feelings of unease and borderline squickiness. Then I realized that Stephenie Meyer stole my idea and lamed it up with glittery vampires and emo kids, so that put an end to that. Sad day.

2. I think I would flip out with happiness if I ever found out that people were reccing my fics. Seriously, there would probably be major flailing and high pitched noises going on. Liking something so much that you actively want other people to read it is just about the highest compliment I can think of.

3. I need to start sleeping more than a handful of hours a night.

4. Had my Sociology of Gender class tonight. Ended up talking about sexism in Star Trek(why all the tight and short?), how much T'Pau kicked ass, and our general adoration of Leonard Nimoy with my presentation group. We also had a loud, indignant conversation about the fact that most of the world's bras are designed by men. What the fuck is up with that? Also, picture of Leonard Nimoy as a hot young thing.

Forever and a day ago, a particularly bad book inspired me to very briefly start a book review blog. It lasted all of three posts, but that first review still holds a soft spot in my heart. So, because I'm bored and have hit another snag on Odd Fish-Sorry!-I decided to post it over here for all you fine folks to enjoy.

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Have you read these? You need to read these. I can't even articulate how much you need to read these. They're so incredibly bad that they're genius. It's like if Babelfish took LSD and wrote porn. Go ahead. Click the links. You know you want to.

http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/01/fan_fiction_friday_wolverine_cyclops_and_jean_grey.php
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/01/fan_fiction_friday_batman_and_robocop_in_the_day_t.php
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/04/fan_fiction_friday_inspector_gadget_and_superman_i.php
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/06/fan_fiction_friday_optimus_prime_and_princess_leia.php

 1. I'm ridiculously attracted to David Rossi/Joe Mantegna considering that he's old enough to be my grandfather. Seriously. I want to do horrible, dirty things to him that would make a sailor blush. And for some reason the fact that he's been with his wife since 1975 just makes him that much hotter to me. Not that I want to wreck his home or anything. Maybe someone willing to commit is just a turn on after my last boyfriend?

2. CBS needs to pull its head out of its ass and realize that all it's managing to do is piss off a huge portion of its fanbase. Yes, I like me some eye candy and have been known to watch portions of programs just to do some idle ogling. But you know what makes me stick around through the commercial break? If there's substance behind the pretty faces. And the ladies of CM have substance and class in spades.

3. I'm addicted to the CM kinkmeme. Not even joking. Every time I think I'm done, I see another prompt and off I go. Someone should probably take my computer away from me for a while so that I can sleep.

4. I'm way too much of an attention whore for completely anonymous memes. Not claiming stuff makes me feel all twitchy.

5. Even if someone answers the prompt I posted, there's a better than good chance that I'm going to end up writing it myself anyway.

6. I'm watching Alvin and the Chipmunks because MGG is in it and now I can't stop wondering whether or not there are any recordings of him singing. Does anyone know? And if there are, can you point me in their direction? Unless they suck. I'm a musical snob and I don't want to be all bitchy toward MGG, because I adore the boy to pieces.

Tracy waved feebly at the guy holding the dorm door open for her and winced at the bright sunlight. She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and squinted painfully. The straps of her stilettos were cutting uncomfortably into her feet, which were still swollen from all the dancing she'd done the night before. She tugged a little self consciously at the oversized sports shorts she was wearing with her shiny, spangled halter top and made a mental note to try and find what had happened to her skirt later. Her mouth felt fuzzy and dry, despite the bottle of water she'd chugged right before sneaking out of the dorm room. She adjusted her tiny purse on her shoulder and staggered down the building's stairs to the sidewalk.

It took a couple of minutes, but by the time she hit the main quad, her gait was even and steady, even if it did match the pounding in her head. When a perky, bubbly blond in a 'Jesus saves!' t-shirt popped up in front of her, she even managed a wan smile. The girl waved a pocket sized copy of the New Testament in her face and chirped, "Have you heard the word of God? Do you know if you'll see heaven after you die?"

Tracy smiled as sweetly as she possibly could at the girl. "Why wait until I die? I just took a quick tour last night."

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IDEK. Seriously. I was trying to write a fic, and this scene just popped into my head and wouldn't leave until I wrote it down.