La la la.

So I'm in LA. Misty's cat is totally insane, okay? She really really REALLY is. I went to San Fransisco - Naceshka discovered the glory that is my bosom. I discovered the glory that is Payless Shoe Source. Yum.

I also discovered Carl Jr's. Very very good hamburgers for a take away burger joint. I'm impressed.

I'm writing a new tale of WR, that I'm hoping will blow the socks off of the folks at the sadly degenerating WR List. I hope they sort their crap out soon.

Fan Fic Excerpt:


It's so easy to hurt him. Baby blue eyes and a trusting smile that tells you that you're his whole world ten times over. I often wonder how I managed to earn such affection, such adoration. We'll sit on the grass, under the stars, and his fingers will entwine mine with absolutely no fear, and his head will rest against mine with the same recklessness. It's happened so many times this way. He'll forget and love. He'll hold me like I'm precious and touch me.

"Rogue..."

Always Rogue.

"Yeah?"

"How many times have we looked at these stars?"

I press my lips together as the devil within squirms. "Lotsa times," I reply simply.

"Yeah..."

I remember the first time I hurt him. It was so simple, so achingly simple. I was on his bed, scribbling in a notebook, writing numbers over and over again.

458 25 243 ... 45 825 243 ... 4 5825 243 ... 458 25 243 ... 458 252 43 ...

Different spacing, different sizes, however and whatever looked pretty to me. I wrote them all over that page, with dots and making the numbers larger and more ornate, then dead and simple. He tilted his head, watching me, watching my pen dig into the paper.

"What's that?"

I lifted my eyes to his, feeling the sudden hotness in them. Wordlessly, I tugged the tags out from my cleavage, running my thumb against the chain and making the tag dangle in the light. He looked closely at the tag, understanding in his eyes.

"You wear that a lot."

With a roll of my lips, that I knew made him hot under the collar with desire. "I think about him a lot."

A twinge of pain was in his eyes, and a rush of triumph was in my veins. I don't know why I felt triumph. Maybe it was a situation I had control over.

Control was intoxicating. It was more powerful than money, than status. People didn't care about those things if they didn't have control. Control was everything. And it was that day I discovered that I had complete control over sweet, defenseless Bobby Drake.

~~~~~~

Dun dun DUUUN!!!

Saw movie - Spy Kids. EXCELLENT film. Very well done. Clever, smart, adorable. I liked it. I'll be gathering my things tonight and heading off to the Holiday Inn to stay with Mel and Findle for a few days, do the Con thing.

Wish me luck in the costume contest. I hope to kick some serious hienieee.

Nancy.

La la la.

So I'm in LA. Misty's cat is totally insane, okay? She really really REALLY is. I went to San Fransisco - Naceshka discovered the glory that is my bosom. I discovered the glory that is Payless Shoe Source. Yum.

I also discovered Carl Jr's. Very very good hamburgers for a take away burger joint. I'm impressed.

I'm writing a new tale of WR, that I'm hoping will blow the socks off of the folks at the sadly degenerating WR List. I hope they sort their crap out soon.

Fan Fic Excerpt:


It's so easy to hurt him. Baby blue eyes and a trusting smile that tells you that you're his whole world ten times over. I often wonder how I managed to earn such affection, such adoration. We'll sit on the grass, under the stars, and his fingers will entwine mine with absolutely no fear, and his head will rest against mine with the same recklessness. It's happened so many times this way. He'll forget and love. He'll hold me like I'm precious and touch me.

"Rogue..."

Always Rogue.

"Yeah?"

"How many times have we looked at these stars?"

I press my lips together as the devil within squirms. "Lotsa times," I reply simply.

"Yeah..."

I remember the first time I hurt him. It was so simple, so achingly simple. I was on his bed, scribbling in a notebook, writing numbers over and over again.

458 25 243 ... 45 825 243 ... 4 5825 243 ... 458 25 243 ... 458 252 43 ...

Different spacing, different sizes, however and whatever looked pretty to me. I wrote them all over that page, with dots and making the numbers larger and more ornate, then dead and simple. He tilted his head, watching me, watching my pen dig into the paper.

"What's that?"

I lifted my eyes to his, feeling the sudden hotness in them. Wordlessly, I tugged the tags out from my cleavage, running my thumb against the chain and making the tag dangle in the light. He looked closely at the tag, understanding in his eyes.

"You wear that a lot."

With a roll of my lips, that I knew made him hot under the collar with desire. "I think about him a lot."

A twinge of pain was in his eyes, and a rush of triumph was in my veins. I don't know why I felt triumph. Maybe it was a situation I had control over.

Control was intoxicating. It was more powerful than money, than status. People didn't care about those things if they didn't have control. Control was everything. And it was that day I discovered that I had complete control over sweet, defenseless Bobby Drake.

~~~~~~

Dun dun DUUUN!!!

Saw movie - Spy Kids. EXCELLENT film. Very well done. Clever, smart, adorable. I liked it. I'll be gathering my things tonight and heading off to the Holiday Inn to stay with Mel and Findle for a few days, do the Con thing.

Wish me luck in the costume contest. I hope to kick some serious hienieee.

Nancy.