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22 June 2005 @ 10:12 pm
I extend the pen toward the inkwell...  
Meta 1: I think I'm going to go back to Pessoa when I'm at a loss for subject lines.

Meta 2: Possibly I should have a rule not to make new posts before answering comments on previous ones. But I don't.

I came home and slept for hours. I may have PMS, as some of you suspected. It seems like such a pathetic excuse for sudden mood-swinging psychosis. "Female hormones." Most months I just accept and deal--or at least acknowledge the biology behind it all. This month I resent it. Deny it even. It's so stupid. Like, on top of everything, insult to injury: ovaries. God is not a woman. As if you needed any more evidence. Actually, God is probably some big ball of ancient cosmic gas. Now dormant. Which would explain a lot.

Also evidence of PMS is how I spent my half-awake, half-asleep periods. When I feel despair, Vaughn and Jack must too, apparently. Vaughn and Jack are both Spike, I've figured out. It's like they're the resulting split of a transporter accident. That also turned them into entirely different people. Jack is the opaque and dark half. Vaughn is the needy vulnerable half. Vaughn's the one who suffers prettily in chains. Poor Vaughn. Captured and offered up as a sex slave tonight just so that I could cry into my pillow. And I made Jack cry too. Think how extreme that is. But it all ended happily. Later, I let them go fishing together and there was a shoulder rub. And then the oral sex.
 
 
 
Herself_nyc: Mal's cheeks by iconofilthherself_nyc on June 23rd, 2005 05:38 am (UTC)
Good heavens, I adore you and your strange strange mind.
Anna S.: jack-davenporteliade on June 23rd, 2005 03:38 pm (UTC)
You are always so sweet. :) Also, you seem to have given me ass cheeks. Friends always know the best gifts.
Herself_nyc: Jayne by teh_indyherself_nyc on June 23rd, 2005 03:41 pm (UTC)
Not just any ass cheeks. The ass cheeks of Capt Mal!
abbyleeabbylee on June 23rd, 2005 05:57 am (UTC)
Meta 2: Possibly I should have a rule not to make new posts before answering comments on previous ones. But I don't.

I love when you respond to comments, because in my head it means that I know I got to help make you happy with my own comments. (Yes, I'm lame.) However, if responding to comments stresses you out, just post :D Enjoy your journal outlet, or at least make use of it when you want to.
Anna S.: zoeeliade on June 23rd, 2005 03:37 pm (UTC)
*squeezy hugs*
ruthless1ruthless1 on June 23rd, 2005 06:47 am (UTC)
Later, I let them go fishing together and there was a shoulder rub. And then the oral sex.
See? With that little statement I now see that you are feeling better and that is of the good.
Anna S.: vaughneliade on June 23rd, 2005 03:36 pm (UTC)
Yes. :) I should perhaps note also that Jack gave Vaughn a kitten.

/shame or maybe shamelessness
Tuesday Has No Phones: goldstingthebratqueen on June 23rd, 2005 02:24 pm (UTC)
I read an article the other day that said one of the side-effects of PMS can be a feeling of loneliness. Loneliness. I think this now ranks right up there with clumsyness as one of the most stupid side-effect of a natural process that anyone could create. I mean the Hell? Not that I'm ever thrilled with it but I can understand tender boobs and even general mood swings, but what the heck is the evolutionary purpose behind tripping us and making us feel like nobody loves us?

Which is to say I agree with you on the annoyance of PMS in general.
Anna S.: zenfen_mooneliade on June 23rd, 2005 03:37 pm (UTC)
Gah. It's so true, too. *hugs*
Tuesday Has No Phones: going downthebratqueen on June 23rd, 2005 03:39 pm (UTC)
*passes you chocolate*

Stupid reproductive system.
Herself_nyc: Weiss by iconbitchherself_nyc on June 23rd, 2005 03:43 pm (UTC)
Oh God.
Actually, it's a relief to know that.

But yeah, it's so fucked up. I'm PMSing now ...
Tuesday Has No Phones: not a cluethebratqueen on June 23rd, 2005 03:56 pm (UTC)
It makes me wonder what other random things are also PMS. 'cause Lord knows I never would've guessed clumsiness, even though I get hit with it every month.

It was nice to find that out though. Now when I start tripping over things I have fair warning about what to expect in the next week or so.
abbyleeabbylee on June 23rd, 2005 04:14 pm (UTC)
Not that I'm ever thrilled with it but I can understand tender boobs and even general mood swings, but what the heck is the evolutionary purpose behind tripping us and making us feel like nobody loves us?


How else would we need to know we are supposed to find a man and make babies??

Stupid bodies!
Tuesday Has No Phones: confusedthebratqueen on June 23rd, 2005 04:18 pm (UTC)
See, this is what I'm saying! Why would my body decide to trip me as a part of getting me pregnant? Is the hope that there'll be a man nearby who'll fall on top of me with his dick out?
abbyleeabbylee on June 23rd, 2005 04:25 pm (UTC)
So you can fall and hurt yourself and need a man to take care of you, of course!

Silly TBQ! :D
tskterata: tsktskterata on June 23rd, 2005 05:28 pm (UTC)
umm
I know this is a late comment, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, thinking about J/V, I remembered this post, and how your J/V are really parts of Spike.
And it sorta got me thinking.
so...er...is there anyway you could be talked into writing a S/V, or even a S/J/V?
I'd be ever so grateful.

Also, just curious, but will you ever write from J's POV?
Anna S.: jack-vaughn3eliade on June 23rd, 2005 05:45 pm (UTC)
Baby! (Sorry. Your icon always makes me so happy. :)

I will probably never write Spike into the Alias universe (or vice-versa). Sorry! :(

I may write from Jack's POV some time. Not sure I'm ready to try that yet, though.
tskteratatskterata on June 23rd, 2005 06:00 pm (UTC)
boo
you make cute baby's mommy very sad :(

i miss your Spike....
Jack Pride: SG: umm... right (exitmusic__)jack_pride on June 23rd, 2005 11:58 pm (UTC)
I may have PMS, as some of you suspected.

I so totally bit my tongue against chanelling my mother's, "And where are you in your cycle?" because whenever she asks she's either right, annoying, or both right and annoying.

Captured and offered up as a sex slave tonight just so that I could cry into my pillow. And I made Jack cry too. Think how extreme that is. But it all ended happily. Later, I let them go fishing together and there was a shoulder rub. And then the oral sex.

Yes, yes, but did you write it down?!?