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Hello. My name is Sophie and I'm an eighteen year old girl who likes to write and read about gay boys. I'm not very interesting, and I'm a horribly unreliable updater, but if you want to friend me, feel free. I'll probably add you back.


Likes; writing, reading, drawing, RP-ing, gay boys, food. Dislikes; internet drama, stupid people who ask annoying questions, ignorant people, crappy straight romance novels


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♠ Monday, 26th of July, 2010 ♠
Okay, guys, important questions time:

How much of my integrity would I lose if I got a twitter just so I could win a sweepstakes tour to meet Lady GaGa? Especially since I already have tickets to one of her concerts?

All answers welcome.
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♠ Friday, 16th of July, 2010 ♠
Meme time! Ganked from [info]pargoletta. Technically it's supposed to be completed over thirty days, but I'll never remember to do that, so it's all here.

1. Tell us about your favorite writing project/universe that you've worked with and why.



My monsterverse. It’s really fun to be able to create a whole new world where you get to make up the vast majority of the rules and the people that live there, but there’s also the challenge of making sure that you keep within those rules and avoid loopholes, which is surprisingly hard to do at times. Also, I just love working with monsters, because you can take them places that humans can’t go, especially since their natures are naturally more violent and animalistic. I love to write about monsters that pretend to be heartless and unfeeling when underneath they’re really an emotional wreck.

The rest are under here. )
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♠ Tuesday, 13th of July, 2010 ♠
Ooh, an update from Israel! Speeeeeeecial~

Okay, not really, but feel lucky that I am willing to brave the heat and humidity to get this posted. Seriously, Israel, what the hell? You aren't supposed to be humid. Stop it. D:

Title: Welcome to Monsterbucks
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 7,125
Genre: Supernatural/Humor
Summary: When monster take over the world, everything goes to hell and nobody knows what to do. Except Jared Ahlers. He's going to open a coffee shop.
Warnings: Unbeta'd, mild violence, failed written imitation of a Welsh accent

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Chapter Four )
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♠ Monday, 21st of June, 2010 ♠
Hey guys, just dropping a note to say that I have landed safely in Israel, and also, who the hell steals a water bottle? Seriously? Jackass. >(
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♠ Friday, 18th of June, 2010 ♠
Hey guys! Jut dropping a quick note to say that I leave for Israel today at 9:30 am, and that I probably won't have net access until late Sunday afternoon. I'll try to let you guys know as soon as I can that I have landed safely, but on the off chance that I don't, I LOVE YOU ALL VERY VERY MUCH AND I WISH I COULD SEND YOU ALL COOKIES.
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♠ Tuesday, 25th of May, 2010 ♠
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SOOOOOOOPHIEEEEEEEEE~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~


You can't tell, but I'm mocking my dad right now.

Also, 19 is not a good age to turn. The only thing I can do now that I couldn't do when I was 18 is enter the Scharffen Berger Chocolate Recipe Contest. So boo.

On the plus side, "Theatricality, AKA "The Episode of Glee where KURT SINGS BAD ROMANCE OMFG YAY 8D"
aires tonight, and while I probably will be eating out for my birthday dinner instead of watching it, it makes me feel special that it's airing on my birthday. Because I am a Gleek. And a dork, consequently.

Also there is a girl in my Figure Drawing Class who has worn halter tops with no bra for two days in a row, and has tiny boobs, so it looks very saggy (is that word? Because according to my spell check it's not). Also she always wears a faux velvet rhinestone studded Eeyore zip-up sweatshirt/jacket and today she is wearing a ruffled layered mini skirt and the whole effect is very '90's fifth grade chic. Yes, I know I shouldn't be judgmental of people, but... I don't care. I need to get this off my chest.
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♠ Saturday, 15th of May, 2010 ♠
So, let's say that, hypothetically, you and your mother are going to be in Egypt this summer. And let's say that because of this, you need to go to the Egyptian Consulate in Chicago to get your visas. And so you get up at five in the morning and drive three hours all the way to O'Hare Airport and then take the CTA into the city, only to discover that that you left your passports at home and cannot get your visas. Your day is now completely ruined and you now have no choice but to drive the miserable three hours back to Madison and curse yourself for forgetting those damn passports.

Or you could, you know, shrug your shoulders, say "C'est la vie", and then spend the day frolicking around Chicago, rediscovering an awesome grocery store, visiting the Art Institute for the first time and eating kickass Indian food for dinner.

That's what happened on Thursday to my mother and I, and as it turned out, even if we did have our passports we wouldn't have been able to get the visas back the same day, which means that they would have had to mail them back to us, and putting your passport in the mail just isn't a good idea. So we'll just have to go back sometime before we leave.

Other than that, it was a great day, except for the part where the weather forecast was a DIRTY DIRTY LIAR and told us it was going to rain all day when in fact it was 75 degrees and sunny, but thankfully I dressed in layers so it wasn't too bad. Although I must say that carrying around my umbrella all day only to leave it at a CTA station on our way back to O'Hare was pretty annoying.

So first we went to this jewelry store that was going out of business and got some very cheap stuff; I got four stainless steel rings colored silver, black and gold for ten bucks. Then we were going to go see the Stained Glass Museum but on the way to Navy Pier ran across the grocery store Fox and Obel, which is kind of like a cross between Sentry Metcalfe's and Whole Foods but fancier, and we remembered it from previous trips so we stopped inside and ended up buying some very delicious multigrain demi baguette and eating it with our packed lunch of guacamole, cheese, and clementines. I was very sad to have to leave, because if I had access to that demi baguette here in Madison, I would eat it every day of my life.

Then we decided to go to the Art Institute of Chicago, which was closer than the other Museum and I'd never been and neither had my mother; plus we saw a sign that said there was a special Matisse exhibit going on and neither of us wanted to miss it. It was pretty cool, although I must say for someone who definitely had drawing skills, Matisse was never much for the technical aspects of art. Next time I turn in something that looks like a child could have done it except for the very obviously thought out color combos and composition, I'm going to say, "If this has Matisse's name on it, you'd be worshipping the ground it walked on." Because really, I'm pretty
sure even I could do some of the things I saw there, and I still suck at art in relation to what I want to be doing.

Then it was time for lots and lots of Impressionism, which of course is my all time favorite art period, next to Surrealism. I was really surprised at the collection that the Art Institute has, which is quite extensive. I'd say it's at least on par with the National Gallery of Art in DC.

After that it was dinner at a lovely Indian Restaurant called the Chicago Curry House, with wonderful mango lassi and creamy vegetable kofta, and of course my mother ordered a bunch of meat dishes in her combo that didn't come with sauce so I couldn't mooch off her, though she did get a vice vegetable curry. Also, naan. Delicious, delicious naan. Well, pharata. Whatever, they're both amazing.

By the end of the day we'd walked about five miles, which was pretty damn good, I thought. Except that apparently if you eat Indian food all that walking means jackshit, because when I stepped on the scale on Friday, I hadn't lost a single pound. I was kind of pissed, but then I remembered that Indian food is delicious and suddenly I didn't care anymore.

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In other news, I start my three week interim class on Monday. I'll be figure drawing for seven hours a day. I can't tell if I'm thrilled or terrified.

Also I'm writing a revamped version of The Frog Prince for Less Than Three Press, or maybe just for fun. I've got one chapter pretty much down, but there are seven to go and it has to be between 30,000 and 60,000 words. So we'll see how that goes.

Other than that... Nothing.
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♠ Saturday, 8th of May, 2010 ♠
Dear Gloria Jean's Customers:

We appreciate your patronage. Really. Most of you are quite pleasant and we are happy to serve you. You understand the concept of small, medium and large and do not stare at us blankly when we don't use the words tall, grande or venti. You understand that we serve chillers and not frappuccino's. You recognize that a caramel macchiato is not listed on our menu and therefore do not ask us to make one.

For those select few, however, that don't seem to comprehend this, I have only this to say.

WE ARE NOT. FUCKING. STARBUCKS.

Contrary to popular belief, there are other coffee companies out there. You would think that you would recognize this by the fact that unlike Starbucks, we do not wear green, and the Gloria Jean's logo is emblazoned very clearly on our aprons, shirtsleeves and the back wall. But no, some of you are apparently unable to pay attention to your surrounding, assume you are in a Starbucks, and ask for Starbucks drinks in Starbucks lingo.

Now, lucky for you, most of us are versed in Starbucks lingo so we know what you are talking about. Unluckily for you, we do not serve Starbucks sizes, although everything else in the world generally comes in small, medium and large, so why you stare at us like we're talking in Russian makes no sense to me. Also, it would be very considerate of you to actually look at the menu before you order, because if you did, you might notice that nowhere on the goddamn menu does it say 'caramel macchiato'. This is because we do not serve caramel fucking macchiatos.

Now, lucky for you, we can make what basically amounts to a caramel macchiato. However when we ask you if you want a Starbucks macchiato, and you stare at us blankly, and then we proceed to tell you what the difference between a Starbucks macchiato and a real macchiato is*, and you ask for the real macchiato, you should not be surprised when what you want is not what you get. This is because, contrary to what your tiny little brain may believe, Starbucks did not invent the macchiato. And just because you think that a real macchiato is what you get at Starbucks doesn't mean it is. You should have figured this out when we explained it to. But you didn't. Because to you, Starbucks is synonymous with the birth of coffee. Coffee did not exist before Starbucks, and coffee cannot continue to exist without Starbucks. Any place that serves coffee must be a Starbucks, because to have it be otherwise would be blasahemey against the One True Creator of Coffee.

Except for the part where Starbucks did not invent coffee, and did not invent the macchiato, and does not make a true macchiato. Therefore when you hand the drink back to us and complain that this is not a caramel macchiato, you should thank your lucky stars that if I acted on my true feelings toward you I would get fired, because otherwise, I would throw your goddamn macchiato at your stupid fucking head.

Because really, you deserve it.

*A real macchiato is espresso with a little bit of foam on top. For those of you who have had the caramel macchiato, I'm sure you can see what the difference is. So why people are too dumb to figure this out when we explain it to them, I don't know. It makes want to cry a little.

Also, blog update. Which features the same rant, a bulgar wheat recipe, and the golden rule I use to determine whether or not something is qualified as a healthy carb.
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♠ Tuesday, 27th of April, 2010 ♠
GLEE.

BEST SHOW EVER.

END OF STORY.
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♠ Saturday, 24th of April, 2010 ♠
Chapter three of Welcome to Monsterbucks! Which is over 11,000 words. Jesus Christ, this fucker got long. >>;

Title: Welcome to Monsterbucks
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~ 11,000
Genre: Supernatural/Humor
Summary: When monster take over the world, everything goes to hell and nobody knows what to do. Except Jared Ahlers. He's going to open a coffee shop.
Warnings: Unbeta'd
Notes: Um. Long.

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♠ Thursday, 15th of April, 2010 ♠
The Things Meme. Because I have nothing better to do.

SIX NAMES YOU GO BY:

1. Sophie
2. Soph (Not by choice. I hate this nickname.)
3. Sushi Banana
4. Gimpo (due to frequent injuries that rendered me unable to walk)
5. Sei (long time ago, back when I thought the internet was EVIL EVIL EVIL and created a fake identity for myself so people wouldn't stalk me.)
6. Alice Little (possible future pen name.)

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:

1. Jeans with a hole in the knee.
2. Orange teva flipflops.
3. Pretty necklace I got in France.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT VERY BADLY AT THE MOMENT:

1. A falafel pita.
2. For the next 'Glee' episode to be out.
3. In-progress fics that I am reading to be updated.

THREE PEOPLE WHOM YOU HOPE WILL DO THE MEME:

1. I don't care.
2. Everyone.
3. Anyone who wants to.

THREE THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT:

1. Watch Glee.
2. Went to class.
3. Drank a glass of wine while eating popcorn. Classy, I know.


THREE PEOPLE YOU LAST TALKED TO ON THE PHONE:

1. My mom.
2. James.
3. Ted the Tile Guy.

THREE THINGS YOU ARE GOING TO DO TOMORROW:

1. Make chili and cornbread.
2. Work on Welcome to Monsterbucks.
3. Eat popcorn.

FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:

1. Starbucks Chai Tea Latte.
2. Water.
3. Pomegranate Cosmo.
4. Wine-Shiraz, Pinot Grigio, Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon

THREE THINGS THAT MADE YOU SMILE TODAY:

1. Eric, the awesome former science teacher in my Drawing for Illustration class.
2. Sue Sylvester and her Madonna bra.
3. My sister's new blue hair.

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:

1. comedyandtragedy_xiii.
2. vampyreofdeath.
3. wasabiwitch.


THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:

1. My hair.
2. My eyes.
3. My boobs. (THEY DIDN'T SHRINK WHEN I LOST THE WEIGHT WHICH MEANS THEY ARE LEGIT BIG, UNLIKE EVERY OTHER WOMAN IN MY FAMILY, OKAY? SHUT UP. THIS IS THE ONLY THING I HAVE ON MY GORGEOUS MIDDLE SISTER.)


THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:

1. My big fat gigantic calves.
2. My tummy flab.
3. My flabby arms.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:

1. Irish.
2. Italian.
3. Chinese.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:

1. Suburbia.
2. War.
3. The thought of not finding something I want to spend the rest of my life doing.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS: (Right now)

1. Coldplay.
2. Lady GaGa.
3. The Decemberists.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (RIGHT NOW):

1. "Viva la Vida" - Coldplay
2. "Just Dance" - Lady GaGa
3. "By the Way" - Red Hot Chili Peppers

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:

1. Someone who knows how to laugh, make fun of themselves, and make light of bad situations.
2. Someone who is honest but nice about it.
3. Someone who will tuck my hair behind my ear and give me a kiss. (IT'S A SERIOUS REQUIREMENT SHUT UP.)

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

1. I have lived in Africa.
2. I have been to Australia.
3. I do not like painting.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT YOUR PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:

1. Good hair cut/style.
2. Men: not overly muscular and bulky, women: not too skinny.
3. Nice smile.

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:

1. Writing.
2. Drawing.
3. Sleeping.

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:

1. Author.
2. Pastry Chef.
3. Archeologist.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:

1. Everywhere.
2. Everywhere's sister.
3. Not Florida.

THREE NAMES YOU LIKE: (For future children)

1. Alice.
2. Emory.
3. Evelyn.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE

1. Publish a best-selling novel.
2. Travel the world.
3. Learn a third language.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL (YOUR SEX):

1. I have a shitton of jewelry that I never wear.
2. Fifteen pairs of shoes.
3. I'm kind of a hopeless romantic.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY (OPPOSITE SEX):

1. Don't freak out about personal hygiene (which is not to say I'm dirty, just that I don't see the need to take a shower every single day and such.)
2. I hate pink.
3. I... like beef jerky? That's a guy thing, right?
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♠ Wednesday, 14th of April, 2010 ♠
While reading the comments on an article about the new abortion laws in Nebraska, I came across this lovely little gem:

Lol Mediahater, isn't that the truth.

The simple fact is: You have a choice of whether or not to have a baby, BEFORE YOU GET PREGNANT!

Sorry, were you a victim of rape? Well, I'm sorry to hear that but you still have to raise this INNOCENT child. No one said life was fair.

Oh, what's that? You can't afford it? Well you should have thought about that before you got pregnant. Again, pony up and start making correct choices financially in life and things will pan out. Do you really think your financial situation (which is entirely your own doing) trumps a life?

Your a medical risk and having the baby might kill you? After you've exhausted all medical options (since you decided to get pregnant), start praying that you make it through. Again, you've lived a life and it's your turn to give another a chance. Is there a better way to go out? Oh, you have other children? Well, I hope you're a god-fearing person and have picked out god-parents.

It's actually very simple, the pro-choice movement. You can choose not to have a baby until you're pregnant.

If you make a choice to kill the baby inside you it was all because you were too afraid of the responsibility or too lazy. Period. The liberal mindset that it's okay to slaughter Womb-Angels® because it's just "too hard" on you is filling this nation with people who cannot deal with their responsibilities. Listen to that again.

Life is about your ability to respond, or responsibility. Don't fail yourself.


Oh. Oh God. There are so, so many things I want to say and do to this jackass that may or may not include ripping his balls off and force-feeding them to him, but because I am a calm, rational person, I shall simple point out the disgusting fallacy and ignorant contractions there within.

(Also let me state beforehand that I consider a baby by it's correct medical term, a fetus, until 22-24 weeks, when it can live outside the womb. Then it's a baby. But before that? It's a fetus. Just to clear up any ensuing confusion.)

1) The simple fact is: You have a choice of whether or not to have a baby, BEFORE YOU GET PREGNANT!

Okay, one word: rape. I highly doubt that anyone who commits rape is going to be thoughtful enough to use protection, and not every woman takes birth control. There is no way that any woman would ever choose to become pregnant from a rape, it just happens.

2) Sorry, were you a victim of rape? Well, I'm sorry to hear that but you still have to raise this INNOCENT child. No one said life was fair.

What? What? You just said that people choose to become pregnant, and now you bring up rape? What kind of contradictory bullshit is that? Oh, and you're sorry that someone got raped but you want them to have the kid anyway? Newflash, dickface: getting rape is emotionally and mentally crippling in ways that you cannot even imagine. The vast majority of woman aren't normally strong enough to deal with the burden of an unwanted child, nevermind an unwanted child that is the byproduct of an attacker who violated them in the worst possible way. I'd like to see you do it.

3) Oh, what's that? You can't afford it? Well you should have thought about that before you got pregnant. Again, pony up and start making correct choices financially in life and things will pan out. Do you really think your financial situation (which is entirely your own doing) trumps a life?

First, there are plenty of reason it may not be the woman's fault, like, say, oh I don't know, she's a teenager? Or better yet, she's a teenager and her parents kicked her out for being pregnant? You honestly think that kind of situation is the girl's fault? Because I'll let you in on a little secret: it's not.

And what's more, if the mother can't afford to have the baby, then having it anyway isn't going to change that. Instead that baby will grow up in an environment where it can't get everything it needs, physically and most likely emotionally as well. It will be neglected, possibly even abused. Is that really the kind of environment that you should be raising a child in?

4) Your a medical risk and having the baby might kill you? After you've exhausted all medical options (since you decided to get pregnant), start praying that you make it through. Again, you've lived a life and it's your turn to give another a chance. Is there a better way to go out? Oh, you have other children? Well, I hope you're a god-fearing person and have picked out god-parents.

Yeah, because if you're fourteen and that baby is going to kill you, you've totally lived your life to it's fullest and there's no more need for you at all. Also, when a fetus is putting its mother at risk, a good majority of the time it's because there's something wrong with it, and that in turn is causing complications with the mother, and thusly if she has it, they could, and probably will, both die. Saving the mother's life isn't a crime when there's a small chance the baby will make it anyway is the more medically sound conclusion, jerk.

And as for the other children? Children, living, breathing ones that can survive outside the womb should never, ever, ever have a loving mother taken away from them if possible (note the loving; there are mothers out there that should never have been mothers). They will suffer years of emotional turmoil, particularly if her sacrifice turns out to be for nothing. Remember, not all stories wrap up nicely like they do on medical dramas. And as for the godparents, not everyone is Christian and not everyone has someone they can depend upon to take care of their children, in which case they will probably end up in foster care, moving around from place to place, with lots of other damaged children, often neglected and abused. Not that all foster care is like that, but many times, that's what ends up happening.

5) If you make a choice to kill the baby inside you it was all because you were too afraid of the responsibility or too lazy. Period. The liberal mindset that it's okay to slaughter Womb-Angels® because it's just "too hard" on you is filling this nation with people who cannot deal with their responsibilities. Listen to that again.

Okay, again: rape. Teenagers. I respect and admire the woman and girls who do take on the responsibility of having a baby, because it was their choice, but not everyone can do that. The responsibility of taking care of a child is enormous, and many women and girls recognize the fact that they won't be able to deal with it, not because they're lazy.

I will finish this by saying that I am, obviously, Pro-Choice. Why? Because it's a woman's choice. It is her body. It is her burden. We as outsiders may look at her and think we know what it going through her mind, but unless you have been in that situation, how many of us can really say that we know what she is going through? And each situation is different, from the high-powered business woman who doesn't have time for a baby to the four teenager who made a dumb decision and finds herself trapped. What about the women who might die? Or the ones who were raped? Or the ones who have been abandoned by the father, or worse, their families? Think about them, because what it really comes down to is this:

You don't know her story, why she did it or why she didn't, why she might or why she won't.

You are not the one who is pregnant.

You are not the one who will have to raise that child, to give it your unconditional love and attention.

You are not the one who will have to deal with the emotional and mental fallout.

Unless you are in the situation yourself, you have no right to pass judgement on her, because it is not your body.

It is her body.

It is her choice.
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♠ Sunday, 4th of April, 2010 ♠
So, last day in DC. You'd think that, seeing as I'm staying with a friend that I don't see very often anymore, she'd want to spend some time with me before I have to leave again, right?

Wrong.

What was supposed to happen today was we were supposed to go to a tea house for lunch/afternoon snack, then maybe wander around a museum for a while, then picnic for dinner with her other friends and watching the fireworks for the Cherry Blossom Festival. Very simple, but fun. Nothing that would get derailed very easily.

Instead what happened is she slept in until one, then said we would go the the tea house, then suddenly remembered she had a physics test to correct, so I had to go to the museum by myself, forgoing a nice lunch because she wouldn't have time. Then as I'm coming back I get a text from her saying that she and the others have made a decision to get dinner at Chipotle and have already gone, without me, which means I have to fend for myself. Then, for the rest of the night, she proceeds to pretty much ignore except for one instance where she commented that I looked like I wasn't having any fun, which I wasn't, but at the point I wasn't pissed yet, so I told her I had cramps, which was true. And then not a word for the rest of the night. Point in fact, right now she and another friend are on the other bed in the dorm, watching Harry Potter. Did they invite me to join them? No. Just sat down, got in their pajamas and started watching. The only thing she's said to me since we got back is "Hey, can you turn off the big light?"

If it had been any other night, I would've been miffed, but I would have let it slide. But it's my last night here; you'd think she'd want to spend time with me, but apparently, I'm not as important as the friends that live in the same building and not five states away, or even a Harry Potter movie. Thanks, doll. Good to know that I'm so high on your list of priorities.

If I weren't such a spineless pushover, I'd rip you a new one right now. As it is, I think I'm just going to pretend to go to sleep and hope I don't cry.
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♠ Thursday, 1st of April, 2010 ♠
Story time! This is the one I submitted to Less Than Three Press, so depending on if they accept it or not, may be taken down later. So I thought I'd better share now.

Title: Pas Comme Ça
Rating: R
Word Count: ~24,200
Genre: Romance/General/Angst
Summary: Matt Silber is a college student in London, poor and mostly miserable, following his uncle's dream because he's convinced that his own aren't worth fighting for. Then Simon, an artist from France, invades his life, turns his world upside down, and suddenly Matt's not sure what he wants anymore.
Warnings: There's some sex halfway in, but nothing super dirty. Also, swearing.
Notes: Um... Oh, the French. I tried to keep it to a minimum, but if anybody wants translations, drop a note and I'd be happy to help. I think most of it's pretty easy to figure out, though. Also it switches between American and British slang, but there's a legit reason for it.

Part One
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♠ Thursday, 1st of April, 2010 ♠
Part Three )
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