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allfireburns) wrote2008-03-08 08:10 pm
allfireburns) wrote2008-03-08 08:10 pm
"Are we done?" "I'm CERTAIN we're not!"
To avoid spamming you with puppy!cute... I've been taking notes through the day.
2:09: The puppy made attempts to get into my lap, so I lifted her up. About a minute later, she burrowed into my jacket. And then squirmed around until she had situated herself behind me, between my back and the jacket and back of the chair. She could not be any cuter.
3:46: She was asleep under the chair, so I got up to put some stuff away in the kitchen. She woke up and followed me to the kitchen, only to realize OH GOD IT'S COVERED IN LINOLEUM. Which freaks her out. So she sat down and stared at me and cried. Poor neglected thing.
4:05: I walk three or four feet away. Ace whimpers and chases after me so fast she runs into my legs. She is now happily at my feet, showing her rope toy who's boss. And her own foot as well. It was getting uppity, apparently.
Also, note to self? Close the door after you take the puppy out. Otherwise you're going to freak yourself the fuck out and stay freaked out for the next half hour when you realize the door is open and OMG WHEN DID THE DOOR OPEN?
Anyway, right now I'm in a writing... chat... thing. In an attempt to be productive today. Newcomers are welcome, by the way - you can invite yourself to "writingchatthingy" (see, you thought I was just being vague with that description, but no), or prod me for an invite.
EDIT: I'll be posting these on the appropriate story journals at some point, but for now... have some writing chat ficlets in comment form.
Write about a stranger: Original - On a Saturday
Find your way in a city: Studio 60 - Matt/Harriet (Not at all inspired by Evie and I earlier today. Nope. Not even a little bit. Thankfully without the last bit.)
Someone brings you flowers: Doctor Who/Torchwood - The Doctor and Maggie (Yes, Maggie is the girl from "A Day in the Death". Yes, she's in my head. Shut up. I had no control over this. And yes, consequently, spoilers for that episode.)
2:09: The puppy made attempts to get into my lap, so I lifted her up. About a minute later, she burrowed into my jacket. And then squirmed around until she had situated herself behind me, between my back and the jacket and back of the chair. She could not be any cuter.
3:46: She was asleep under the chair, so I got up to put some stuff away in the kitchen. She woke up and followed me to the kitchen, only to realize OH GOD IT'S COVERED IN LINOLEUM. Which freaks her out. So she sat down and stared at me and cried. Poor neglected thing.
4:05: I walk three or four feet away. Ace whimpers and chases after me so fast she runs into my legs. She is now happily at my feet, showing her rope toy who's boss. And her own foot as well. It was getting uppity, apparently.
Also, note to self? Close the door after you take the puppy out. Otherwise you're going to freak yourself the fuck out and stay freaked out for the next half hour when you realize the door is open and OMG WHEN DID THE DOOR OPEN?
Anyway, right now I'm in a writing... chat... thing. In an attempt to be productive today. Newcomers are welcome, by the way - you can invite yourself to "writingchatthingy" (see, you thought I was just being vague with that description, but no), or prod me for an invite.
EDIT: I'll be posting these on the appropriate story journals at some point, but for now... have some writing chat ficlets in comment form.
Write about a stranger: Original - On a Saturday
Find your way in a city: Studio 60 - Matt/Harriet (Not at all inspired by Evie and I earlier today. Nope. Not even a little bit. Thankfully without the last bit.)
Someone brings you flowers: Doctor Who/Torchwood - The Doctor and Maggie (Yes, Maggie is the girl from "A Day in the Death". Yes, she's in my head. Shut up. I had no control over this. And yes, consequently, spoilers for that episode.)
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Also, OMGAWWW PUPPY.
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YES OMG PUPPY!!!!!11!
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ZOMG!PUPPY IS WIN!!!
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