So, I had a mini-breakdown this morning

[carleton97]

I found my first gray hair and am now officially freaking out about the useless steaming pile of sheeyot that is my life.

With that in mind, I did nothing this weekend but read crappy fic. I had grand plans to finish up my O/P carnival piece, learn to work Moviemaker to make ruggerdavey happy, and plan out the next piece in the CSI AU. Instead, I read Mag7 slash.

Is there a fandom I won't go near? No, seriously, I'm trying to think of one.

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[carleton97.livejournal.com]

And I don't want to grow up if it means becoming like the people I work with. I don't want to discuss 'Veggie Tales' like it's a thing that deserves my attention. I don't want to waste my life away in a cubicle, but I don't know how else to survive financially. I'm just ranty whining now. Ignore me.

Cesspools don't seem to bother me, it seems. Otherwise why would I plow through tons of fic by a girl for whom a) mpreg seems to be a kink and b) has strange ideas about how men talk to each other.

Toy Soldiers fic is something I can live without since I'm in Davey's camp on the kid dying.

[carolinecrane.livejournal.com]

I think we've all done that particular ranty whine once or twice. The whole 'working for a living' thing is a drag, especially when you're too smart for entry-level office work. I guess you just have to get to the point where you either climb a tower and start firing, or go find something else to do with your life.

As for Toy Soldiers, for some reason I get a sort of perverse kick out of watching Joey die. I think it's probably because it's Wil Wheaton, which is strange because I'm one of the rare few who actually enjoyed Wesley back in the day. But no one seems to have written the post-movie comfort sex fic that I want to read, as they are all too hung up on the Billy/Joey. It's a shame, really. But I haven't got time for that fic right now, I'm too busy trying to get Nick to cooperate with me.

[carleton97.livejournal.com]

Nick can be a recalcitrant bastard, can't he?

I've got to hurry up and finish this O/P thing because Greg is starting to get whiny in the back of my head. He's all, "I can't nail Nick if I haven't even met him yet, bitch!"