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Bloody hell.
Yeah, that's all I have to say about that. (Aside: adsfksdhfgjksdfhgjksxgfksdfjghsdkfghdsjkfghsdf
hgjsdghdfjkghsdfjkghsdfjkghdajfghsdjkfhtstg!)
I'm tempted to attempt a Roswell/Twin Peaks crossover fic, since I have NOTHING ELSE to do with my spare time these days, and I have been intrigued by the possibilities for awhile now. Liz-centric, of course, with lots of Coop. For awhile I thought it'd be Coop coming to Roswell, but now, after the mess of Departure, I think it'll be Liz wandering into TP on a summer jaunt to clear her head.
It's going to be dark, though, and uberangsty. And, likely, rather disturbing. I know how my creative mind works.
And guess who's working the fourth of July? Yeah, that'd be me. Wasn't SUPPOSED to - county employees get the day off - but dr. howard was getting all worked up about how our trap schedule would get thrown off, since it's a wednesday, and Mike and Matt, princes that they are, volunteered us all to work. Without asking me. How very kind of them.
It's not even that I mind working so much - I don't lose the money that way, and it's not like I would have done anything other than visit my mother's family that day anyway, which is not exactly on my list of fun things to do - but it's the principle of the thing, not even being asked. Losing a vacation day. That I didn't even care about. And had forgotten I had until it was brought up. Aw, fuck, I'm gonna stop bitching now.
I'm actually working at least a week longer than I'd planned to. That's how much I don't mind working. And, well, the thousand dollars I'm parting with to go towards tuition is kind of a factor as well.
Fuck. I hate being a grownup. It really kinda sucks.
And, in closing, gah, a wonderfully vampirish Liz/Tess pic by Craww. Sigh. Pretty, pretty.
Yeah, that's all I have to say about that. (Aside: adsfksdhfgjksdfhgjksxgfksdfjghsdkfghdsjkfghsdf
hgjsdghdfjkghsdfjkghsdfjkghdajfghsdjkfhtstg!)
I'm tempted to attempt a Roswell/Twin Peaks crossover fic, since I have NOTHING ELSE to do with my spare time these days, and I have been intrigued by the possibilities for awhile now. Liz-centric, of course, with lots of Coop. For awhile I thought it'd be Coop coming to Roswell, but now, after the mess of Departure, I think it'll be Liz wandering into TP on a summer jaunt to clear her head.
It's going to be dark, though, and uberangsty. And, likely, rather disturbing. I know how my creative mind works.
And guess who's working the fourth of July? Yeah, that'd be me. Wasn't SUPPOSED to - county employees get the day off - but dr. howard was getting all worked up about how our trap schedule would get thrown off, since it's a wednesday, and Mike and Matt, princes that they are, volunteered us all to work. Without asking me. How very kind of them.
It's not even that I mind working so much - I don't lose the money that way, and it's not like I would have done anything other than visit my mother's family that day anyway, which is not exactly on my list of fun things to do - but it's the principle of the thing, not even being asked. Losing a vacation day. That I didn't even care about. And had forgotten I had until it was brought up. Aw, fuck, I'm gonna stop bitching now.
I'm actually working at least a week longer than I'd planned to. That's how much I don't mind working. And, well, the thousand dollars I'm parting with to go towards tuition is kind of a factor as well.
Fuck. I hate being a grownup. It really kinda sucks.
And, in closing, gah, a wonderfully vampirish Liz/Tess pic by Craww. Sigh. Pretty, pretty.
