How could I have forgotten to mention this?

Mayor Street declared March 18th Hall and Oates Day in Philly. Which is so very hilarious, even though I love Hall & Oates, and last time they were here The Girls and I went to see them, and they rocked. Hall and Oates people. *g* And apparently Hall is very protective of Oates - awwwwwww - and is seriously going to mess Conon O'brien up for making his short, curly-haired singing partner the butt of so many jokes. Isn't that adorable? *pets Hall*

Yeah, I'm out of my mind. But still! Hall & Oates Day! How funny is that?

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My Pancakes + Rodney = True Love story is still rambling on... I don't know if it has a point. I mean, normally my stories don't have points, but they usually end up somewhere. I'm afraid this one might just be about pancakes. 20 pages of pancake fic anyone?

“You don’t have black lung, Rodney,” Carson said wearily.

“My breathing’s impaired,” Rodney protested, palm to his chest. “Everything tastes like burnt hair. My lungs are charred from the inside out and don’t you have some sort of,” he wiggled his fingers, “voodoo cleansing serum?”

Carson frowned. “How long has your hand been like that?” he asked. Then, “Voodoo cleansing serum? You mean water?”

I'm going to try and up the rating, too, but no promises. I can't understand how I have no problems making dirty Seamus/Theo or Draco/Ron fic, yet I can't write John and Rodney that way. It's slightly frustrating.

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Remix fic should be up by Sunday! I'll let y'all know :) Then you can try and figure out which one I wrote - believe me, it'll be ridiculously easy - and maybe I'll write a drabble request or something for whoever guesses correctly first *g*

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Happy friday everyone!

someone keeps moving my chair

Pancake fic has just taken a turn for the serious. I. Don't know what happened. One minute I was writing about Ronon's breasts, and then up popped some denial and blood. Hunh. Let's see if I keep it in.