Jumping on the bandwagon. Because it's fun. :-)

If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the internet, post this sentence in your journal.

*snuggles her f-list*

In other news, as adorable as I find Rafa having teddies in his room, it did make me realise that we're slashing a guy younger than me. *blinks* It made me pause for a few seconds. Then I remembered how hot he and Carlos are together and felt better. *coughs* ;-) He's going to be even prettier well he's all grown up. *pets him*

Am slightly more awake now, though for how long... so I'm off to try and write fic before I fall asleep on my key board. ^__^

Clo

EDIT: *growls* Tense really hates me this time of the morning. Dammit.

I'm still trying to convince myself that I'll get this up tonight. It's not working, especially since I just looked at the clock. *blinks at the 2:30am* Where did my Saturday go?

Think the earliest this could be up is tomorrow afternoon. *sighs* Stupid short days. Stupid tenses. I really should rethink some of these deadlines I set. -_- Sorry, but... no I won't say definitely because that'll jinx me. Tomorrow afternoon my time, there might be fic. *coughs*Ifthereisn'tthenfeelfreetokillme*coughs*

EDIT2: *growls more* Yes, my flatmates are back and clearly drunk. Since playing darts right outside my door at 3am is a *sensible* thing to do. *sighs*

EDIT3: Nope, there's not a chance in hell the muses are going to pay attention and actually stop me slipping into the wrong tense every other word. *sighs* Will sleep on it and get it up tomorrow.

Mmmmm. Sleep. Night!

*giggles*

The new Nike advert has a brief shot of Roger kicking a football with bare feet. It always makes me giggle. ^__^ *pets him*

However the plotbunnies are killing me today. I was watching Rafa's live scores earlier (YAY Rafa! *snuggles him*) and contemplating that although Ferrero is sweet, I'd have been upset if he won because he's not part of our little fic group. Half asleep this morning, the best word I could come up with to describe our 'group' was pantheon, which then led me back to classics, which concluded in a plotbunny gleefully pouncing on me. Said plotbunny? Tennis players as Greek gods. I was not impressed with how amusing my muses seemed to find it.

Not to mention my Roger muse loves the idea of getting to throw thunderbolts. *woe*

Dammit I need to go write fic. Back later.

Clo

GOD DAMMIT.

If that bloody flat buzzer gets stuck ONE MORE TIME, I swear to god I'll...

*resists the urge to hit it with a sledgehammer*

EDIT: *giggles* Conversation between me and K - who's in the next room but rang me on the internal phones, because the whole go-out-the-door-walk-three-steps-to-another-room is far too much effort for us:

K: Is someone going down to fix that buzzer? Because we're just sitting here ignoring it.
Me: *helpless giggling* Me too. I think someone's going.
K: I heard the door go.
Me: Yep. We're so lazy.
K: I know. We really should go fix it.
Me: We really should.

*five minutes of idle 'we should go fix it', the buzzer stops*

Me: See! Fixed!
K: And we didn't have to move.
Me: Laziness one, usefulness zero.

Which is why being lazy in our flat, usually works. ;-)