Oh, good grief
Aug. 21st, 2007 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrI had no idea you people were so harem obsessed.
I should probably just set aside one whole weekend just to write harem requests. Yeeeeesh. I'm amused. I'd ask what combinations would be preferred, but I'd imagine pretty much anything would suffice. Still, tell me any super special pref and I'll make a list and the next weekend I have free I will write harem smut. I'm supposed to be smutting up the main stories for lulu anyway.
Sheesh. An entire weekend for harem smut. I don't even know what to say to myself anymore.
Dear Future Spouse I may or may not have,
You'd better hope we're for life, because seeing firsthand all that has to be endured for divorce? I'm afraid murder is the only recourse. Of course I take no offense if you decide to kill me; truly it will boil down to who has the greater life insurance policy and which is the better killer.
We could alway simply stay married and live very far apart, but again that depends on the life insurance.
Nothing personal.
Love and Kisses,
~Megan
In the ongoing Bus Adventures, there's this decently cute guy -- facial hair, but his hair is curly liek woah so I forgive him the beard -- who usually gets on at the Assosciation for the Blind (right before my work stop). Every once in a great while, however, he gets on just past Surrey Square (like, not even 15 mins from my house by bus). Now, when he does this he doesn't look quite as nice and tidy as usual. Me being me, I always ponder if maybe his boyfriend periodically convinces him to sleep over and so the poor thing has a longer haul to work in the morning.
And oh, when he wears casual clothes instead of work? I can see why the boyfriend keeps him around ^_~
I also cannot figure out why the bloody hell Random People insist on talking to me. I'm not sociable, or even polite, or anything. Yet they want to chat and occasionally (argh) flirt. Drives me batshit. But the guy in the grocery store pimped out what has proven to be a pretty tasty salsa, so he at least can live.
Now to ponder all these requests, though like I said it probably won't be 'til this weekend before I attempt anything. You miscreants are whack.
I should probably just set aside one whole weekend just to write harem requests. Yeeeeesh. I'm amused. I'd ask what combinations would be preferred, but I'd imagine pretty much anything would suffice. Still, tell me any super special pref and I'll make a list and the next weekend I have free I will write harem smut. I'm supposed to be smutting up the main stories for lulu anyway.
Sheesh. An entire weekend for harem smut. I don't even know what to say to myself anymore.
Dear Future Spouse I may or may not have,
You'd better hope we're for life, because seeing firsthand all that has to be endured for divorce? I'm afraid murder is the only recourse. Of course I take no offense if you decide to kill me; truly it will boil down to who has the greater life insurance policy and which is the better killer.
We could alway simply stay married and live very far apart, but again that depends on the life insurance.
Nothing personal.
Love and Kisses,
~Megan
In the ongoing Bus Adventures, there's this decently cute guy -- facial hair, but his hair is curly liek woah so I forgive him the beard -- who usually gets on at the Assosciation for the Blind (right before my work stop). Every once in a great while, however, he gets on just past Surrey Square (like, not even 15 mins from my house by bus). Now, when he does this he doesn't look quite as nice and tidy as usual. Me being me, I always ponder if maybe his boyfriend periodically convinces him to sleep over and so the poor thing has a longer haul to work in the morning.
And oh, when he wears casual clothes instead of work? I can see why the boyfriend keeps him around ^_~
I also cannot figure out why the bloody hell Random People insist on talking to me. I'm not sociable, or even polite, or anything. Yet they want to chat and occasionally (argh) flirt. Drives me batshit. But the guy in the grocery store pimped out what has proven to be a pretty tasty salsa, so he at least can live.
Now to ponder all these requests, though like I said it probably won't be 'til this weekend before I attempt anything. You miscreants are whack.
