Going to bed right now I swear.

I just couldn't resist sharing from over on fandom_wank (on the 'birth control in fanfic' wank):

ashenmote: "Just go on like this and see how I care. When the birth control scene becomes mandatory in fanfiction I'll simply emigrate to Watership Down fandom."
carlanime: "That's why there're so many damned rabbits in that book: no birth control."
the_clansmen: "...You've discovered the origin of plotbunnies! No birth control in fanfics!"


So that's where the damn things are coming from. *grins* It amused me. Just had to share.

*sings* Andy's back on the stupid pills, Andy's back on the stupid pills... */singing* C'mon Andy, it's not rocket science. When he hits the ball at you just hit it back to him and make sure it lands inside those pretty white lines. See? Very simple. Now put the stupid pills *down* and go do it. *folds arms and taps foot impatiently*

I can't watch this. -_- Going to bed. G'night!

Clo

P.S. I get the weirdest plot bunnies at 2am. This one is so getting written as soon as I get home for Easter. *giggles*

Field mice, head lice, spiders in the kitchen... (I hope not)

"We write to advise you that we will be carrying out an inspection of your study room and communal areas in your flat, between the hours of 2:00pm and 4:30pm on Thursday 10 March."

This is good news in two ways - one, I was expecting them to just show up with no warning, leading to a frantic panic to hide the fish, and two, I'm here at that time Thursday so I can protest my innocence in person over any real or imagined flaws in my room.

This is bad news in that we aren't allowed to have pets and said fish are bouncing happily around in their tank right now, so some way to hide them will have to be devised. It is also bad news in that my bathroom door has warped from the water and the paint is flaking off, and the wall by my door was painted badly so all that paint bubbled up and flaked off a while back. And all my white acrylic is at home so I can't even improvise to cover it up. -_- However I'm going to report the bathroom door - which clearly isn't my fault - before Thursday, go into town quickly Wednesday afternoon to pick up some paint (which I so cannot afford but better than getting fined I guess) and stick a towel over the fish before stacking CDs in front of them. L suggested I just move the tank under the bed, but knowing my luck the inspectors would want to see under the bed if I did that, not to mention moving the very heavy tank would be close to impossible. So I'm going to make sure everything is clean and shiny and sparkling then distract them with the bathroom door problem (they're supposed to be checking on maintenance problems too) before they can get close enough to wonder what's being hidden on the shelf. *crosses fingers* There's a girl next door with an even bigger fish tank, so I'm not the only one. Suddenly I'm glad I didn't sucumb to temptation and get a rat... though I guess that would've been easy to hide under the bed in a box. Hhmm. Something to think about for next year.

So that was a nice letter to come home to. In other news liroa15's making-out-on-the-couch plot bunny has been gnawing like crazy on my foot all day and I might even be getting somewhere with it, debatably. I'm going to see if I can finish it before I start my Philosophy, so I can spend a good three or four hours bashing my way through all the revision before getting an early night. Because five hours sleep last night was not good for me, oh no. *yawns* Will be trying to catch up on comments I owe people inbetween but that might be wishful thinking. I know exactly what the first week of Easter holidays is going to be spent doing...

Okay, off to accomplish something. For once. :)

Clo

Argh!

Who else hates having to write the closing line of a fic? Hateithateithateit.

Unexpectedly...

... a short, quite fluffy ficlet. Which has resulted in me doing no work today whatsoever. *sighs*

Title: Defining
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Roddick/Federer
Summary: Andy, Roger, no clothes and a couch. Need I say more?
Notes: Completely inspired by liroa15’s comment on her Roger/Andy Sims - “…they started an impromptu make-out session on the couch.” Because with an image like that, how could I not?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, own themselves, don't sue. Please.

( Defining )

I'm going to do some work so I don't fail this year now. :)

Clo