December 20th, 2005



In theory I'm supposed to check in for my flight to L.A. tomorrow two hours 5:05 a.m. o.O

*weeps a little*

My deep tiredness continues pretty much unabated. I don't even really have anything to say. It's just such a grey day here. I must connect with the world. Hello, world.

Fantasy du jour: Rodney/Lorne.

I was infected with this idea by seperis, who sketched out the beginning of a John/Lorne story, along with several other WIPs that make me want to tie her to a chair and place a large layer cake just out of her reach until she finishes them.

Rodney/Lorne, Rodney/Teyla, Rodney/John, Rodney/Ronon, Rodney/Elizabeth, Rodney/Johnny Messner. I see a trend in my pairings. I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'll figure it out.

By the way, in a little while, you'll find out that the Kreplachistani warhead has gone missing. Well, it's in safe hands. If you want it back, you'll have to pay me... ONE MILLION DOLLARS! ONE BILLION DOLLARS! many slashy Rodney snippets! Ha ha ha ha HA HA HA!

*blows up world anyway*


1. I've decided that Lorne's first name is Michael. Everyone calls him "Mike" except for Rodney. Who likes moaning saying "Michael."

2. I've discovered that when you're a thirtysomething and stop working out for two months, you may only regain five pounds, but the weight you do have will radically redistribute itself around your hips. I'm never having liposuction, but on the other hand, if someone said that doing so would allow me to donate my fat to a worthwhile charity*...hmm.

*Fattening up Mary-Kate Olsen is not a worthwhile charity.