November 1st, 2005


tuesday and raining in seattle

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I also wanted to say important things about my breakfast this morning, but maybe another time.

There's that "Ask me what happens after the end of one of my stories" meme going around. thisisbone did this one and wrote, I'll see if anything pops to mind, and I'll try not to just have it be "...and they lived happily ever after." I told her that's why I couldn't do the meme, because: All my stories end in: "Then they made sweet, sweet love and bought a house and got a cat and lived happily ever after." Plus half of you would probably ask about noir, and I'd wince and pull my cloak across my face and duck into the nearest sewer tunnel, returning to the shameful depths from whence I came.

But I don't know. I need something to distract me. Ask me about any story *but* noir, and I'll try to come up with some vague thoughts.