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[peroxidepirate]

Arrrgh.

I want to be writing SMACKDOWN fic tonight, but I can't make myself care enough. Buri/Thayet is going to lose and Lark/Rosethorn is going to win, and that's fine. (Yes, I'm feeling fatalist about it right now.) I have a lot of B/T plot bunnies and ideas, but... it's not happening. I've posted 16 drabbles for this round, which is less than any round last year, and that might be it. As I said in a comment to kitty_ryan  the other day, I really will be delighted to support whoever wins this fight in the next round. (Unless they go up against Circlecest, of course. *g*) And I'm looking forward to, I hope, writing with some of the lovely people I've been writing against this round.

I'm arguing with myself about the next set of fights, too. Work is nuts until March 21 -- after fight 2 ends -- so I'm probably better off staying out of it entirely. But I'm starting to feel motivated about Kel/Maura, so I don't know.

Meanwhile, I'm exhausted almost all the time, and it's getting tedious. I have shit to do! Not sure where to go with that.

Ho hum. Maybe I'll try to write a little, after all.

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*Has a completely unrelated bitchfit*

[littlemissgriff.livejournal.com]

Because I like your opinion (And you in general) and because if I go GRAAAAR on my journal I'm going to start wank (which is the last thing I want) but I really need to bitch, I'm coming here.

I have a friend who's also on LJ who does this WHIPLASH attack. I swear to God, one moment we're talking like reasonable adults and are on totally the same page, sunshine, roses, whatever, and then I say something and BOOM, fried. She never explains what about it pissed her off, just frosty gale, lightening strike, and ominous silence, while we don't speak for a couple days.

I mean, I don't mind having fights and having a cool down, and then we move on. I mind having no warning before the landmine blows up. If I say something that seems wrong, politically incorrect, etc etc, we've known each other long enough I don't understand why she can't just TELL me and explain, from her point of view, why it's wrong. I think I've earned the right not to be flayed open every time I cross her sensibilities.

*deep breath*

This time I sent her an email basically saying the same thing, but with my big girl tactful boots on because I have some and I'm totally proud of myself because just sitting and letting it blow over is easier but this happens all too often and I don't deserve it.

So.

*deep breath* I've totally got the shakes and am walking around waiting for the roof to cave in, but I did it.

Thank you for the listen, I feel much better now.

Re: *Has a completely unrelated bitchfit*

[peroxidepirate.livejournal.com]

Um, glad to help?

I don't have it in me to provide active help or advice of any kind right now, but listening, I can do. *g*

Also, big girl tactful boots! I like that! (I misplaced my extra-tactful slippers this afternoon, unfortunately. Those slippers are often necessary for dealing with my third mate, who's now working his last five shifts for me, while also starting out at his new job. So I'm hoping (a)that he doesn't decide not to work his last few shifts just to spite me, and (b)that the new third mate will be all right with my regular tactful boots. Boys.)

Re: *Has a completely unrelated bitchfit*

[littlemissgriff.livejournal.com]

Listening is exactly what I needed, lol. There's not much to fix, just the urge to *bitchbitchbitch*.

Also, those tactful slippers are sly ones. I swear, if you don't ask them in advance, they like to run off and leave you with the McWornout Taped-sole Sneakers.

I'm totally crossing my fingers for your third mate dilemma. Luckily, it sounds like it's just temporary - BECAUSE I DEMAND THE NEW ONE TO BE AWESOME.