you're so cute when you're slurring your speech

Two ficlety things. Snape says, "these are for annakovsky, babe."

The Office, Ryan/Pam
( an inauspicious beginning )

The Office, Toby/Meredith
( unwelcome behavior of a sexual nature )


Today was strange. The AL was on the verge of losing it all day, I couldn't use my cube for half the day, and while he didn't do anything in particular, I have never quite had such a strong urge to just sit and stare longingly at WC so much as I did today. [sigh] Also, I am tired like whoa.

But, tomorrow I get paid, I am planning on getting very drunk to celebrate. And also do laundry, but that's less about celebrating and more about the fact that I wore a skirt today. Which, now that I think about it, that might be what was weird. Hmmm...

Most importantly, I've FINALLY hit the part of s3 Gilmore Girls where Jess and Rory are together, so it takes me about an extra twenty minutes to watch each ep because I OBVIOUSLY have to watch each R/J scene at least three times. And sometimes six. Or seven, if it's the "I've got something to take care of" scene. Oh, or the gas-station kiss. ...What?

Project Runway now, I think.

Having the alien death flu had really fucked up my NYE. Ah, well. As long as it's not an indicator of things to come this year.

And now that it's Jan. 1, authors on all these secret santa exchanges are revealed, so:

[on a mission now], HP, Remus/Sirius
So the whole war thing, it's not good, but as Sirius pulls Remus along toward the portkey three blocks away, he can't help but think it has its merits.

Written for shackinup_sesa for yeats. Thanks to kel. and k8 for beta work and to musesfool for organizing.


[can nature change the seasons of the years], Rome, Octavian with hints of Octavian/Octavia
"Senators," Octavia's voice was quiet, but from Octavian's angle it seemed to rend the entire crowd into three pieces, all moving away from her as she moved towards him.

Written for yuletide for pearl_o. Thanks to the organizers.


Back to the coughing and the sleeping. Bleh.

The first day of the new year was remarkably productive: champagne at midnight, a rendition of "Friends in Low Places" sans guitar, site redesign, a viewing of Shattered Glass (much better than I expected, plus, you know, Peter Sarsgaard and you CAN NOT go wrong there), the grocery store, new colors and default, a viewing of Garden State (which I still don't like as much as most people, but there are enjoyable parts) and many new icons.

I'm impressed with myself, yo.

And, since it's the first, all the secret santas were revealed. Stories I wrote:

[on being a marauder, in spirit and to the letter: a guide to young love, honor, the pursuit of nonsense and other equally noble things] -- Remus/Sirius, for shackinup_sesa, thanks to kel. for the beta.

[like the fella once said] -- Ocean's 11, for yuletide, thanks to imogen for the beta.

[house with unlocked doors] -- Buffy, Xander/Graham. (this was on the difficult side, I gotta tell you. my ability to grasp Graham's character wasn't quite up to par, but I hope it satisfied the recipient nonetheless)

And one last thank you to glossolalia, lisew and setissma for the wonderful stories I recieved in each of those challenges. And to those who organized them and did their best despite the chaos that comes with the job.

Now, food or sleep.