Drained.

[perpetual_motion]

I have had the most emotionally draining weekend of my life.

If you're curious, check out my other journal [perpet], for half of the details. The other half involves my grandpa, and I'm not up to writing the whole thing out. In short: Cancer. One year.

Spam me with happy fic or cute pictures or stupid jokes or sexual favors.

Comments

[caribbeanblue.livejournal.com]

If I could bestow sexual favors on you throw the internet, I'd... still have to say "no, sorry, your boyfriend will beat me up." However, I can offer you an amusing link: desperatefans. If you aren't following it already, you might get a laugh out of it.

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

You know, that link secured my belief that there are fangirls, and then there are *fangirls*. :) It was a great laugh. Thanks so much.

[caribbeanblue.livejournal.com]

*cough* You're lookin' at Brother Cadfael's perverted puppetmistress, by the by. ;-)

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

And that makes it even better. Now I can say I knew you when.

[hobbit-feet.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry about your grandfather and I really hope that life treats you better this week.

[hobbit-feet.livejournal.com]

Also, I just finished writing a ficlet for you.

Title: A Lazy Sunday Afternoon
Pairing: Goren/Carver

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It’s mid-afternoon on a Sunday and Ron Carver is content. It seems that Bobby is too, because for once there are no cases weighing on his mind. The most pressing thing they have to worry about is what to have for dinner which will probably, due to the fact that Ron never has any groceries, end up being take out.

He’s sitting on the couch in his living room watching a college basketball game and leaning back against Bobby’s chest. Bobby smells faintly of cologne and that unique masculine scent that is distinctly Robert Goren.

Every once in a while Bobby’s hand will slip under Ron’s t-shirt to stroke the skin of Ron’s lower abdomen and sometimes he will absently press a kiss to the side of Ron’s neck.

If someone had told him a year ago that he would be sitting here, divorced and in love with Bobby Goren, he would have laughed in their face. Now, with Bobby warming his back and an oddly happy feeling in the pit of his stomach, Ron can’t imagine being anywhere else.

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

Ah, warm fuzzies. Just what I needed. This was just perfect with the little details like Ron having no food and the image of Ron leaning back on Bobby. I'd like a Bobby to lean back on. Hee.

[hobbit-feet.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to have helped. I enjoyed writing this because I just adore slashing Goren. He's my tall twitchy boyfriend.

And I think we all need a Bobby to lean back on. :)

[skewedview.livejournal.com]

I'm de-lurking to offer you this in the hope that it makes you smile.


“You can’t keep him.”
House twirled his cane and said nothing.
“House.” Wilson sounded exasperated. “He’s not a puppy.”
“Are you sure? ‘Cause that hair…”
Wilson sighed.
“I didn’t say I was going to keep him.”
“I recognize that look,” Wilson said dryly. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”
“And I suppose you’re going to warn him?”
“It’s only sporting.”
“You spoil all my fun.”
“I thought that was Cuddy.” Wilson jumped as the cane sharply rapped his shin.
“Well?”
“A deep subject.”
“Wilson.”
“Yes?”
“Weren’t you going to warn him?”
“You want me to warn him?” Wilson’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“You did say it was only fair.”
“House.”
“Relax, Wilson. He’s young and fit. He should be able to outrun me.”
“If you played fair.”
“Do you think I’d cheat?”
“Absolutely.”

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

Ooh, Chase doesn't know what's about to hit him. This is lovely, and it made me smile.

[skewedview.livejournal.com]

It's the first time I've written House fic. And I was nervous about offering it to you when I like your fic so well.
Anyway, since it's served its purpose, I'll go back to lurking.

[vkai.livejournal.com]

Hey. Sorry about all that's going on. Here, have some lame jokes:

So this sandwich walks into a bar and sits on a stool. It asks the bartender for a beer, to which the bartender replies "I'm sorry, we don't serve food here."

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There are these two muffins in an oven. One muffin says to the other muffin, "boy, it's hot in here." And the other muffin screams "AHHHH a talkin' muffin!!!!"

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let er rip!

yes, this is my puppy, no she isn't really farting

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and lastly. . . my life's work(ok, not really)

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

I love terrible jokes like that.
And your dog [even though he looks ready to break wind] is cute.
And the icon made me giggle.
Thanks.

[vkai.livejournal.com]

yay! i'm glad you liked them! i had been wondering what to do with that horrible faced picture of nigel.

i'll have you know that because of you and miriam_heddy, among others, i watched HOUSE tonight and have found another show to love. damn you all!

[amazonqueenkate.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear all that. :(

But, uhm, a funny personal story:

I walked past our college gymnasium today, read the name, and did a double-take.

The name of the gym is "The Roy J. Carver Center," and I read it "The Ron J. Carver Center."

Fangirls are scary before they have their morning caffiene in them.

[perpet-fic.livejournal.com]

I love random fangirl moments. I've done the same thing myself. My boyfriend once said that he almost went to AU, and I had to stop and wonder why he almost ended up in an Alternate Universe.

[amazonqueenkate.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Sadly, I would probably think of that too.

Fangirl story II: I thought I was going to have to have my car towed (long story), so my mom called the insurance company to find the local towing place. One place was called Grishim's Towing, and when she read it off to me, I wrote it Grissom's. And didn't think anything was wrong with that until I looked it up in the phone book some time later.

I'm a scary fangirl. ;)