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| 09:30am 23/08/2007 |
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It's still early and my boss isn't in yet, so I'm going to make sure I get in a post NOW before it gets too crazy!
Dom bounced out of bed as soon as the alarm went off today, forgoing our usual pattern of hitting snooze for forty minutes. Which caused much groaning from me since I got out of bed almost a full hour earlier than normal. So I'm shuffling around, totally zombified for like, 20-30 minutes due to an hour less of sleep, and Dom's chattering on like the sun is shining and the birds are singing and it's a BEAUTIFUL DAY, and I'm gritting my teeth and trying to be patient, because really, he's so happy and enthusiastic and chatty that I don't want to snap at him, but DAMN, I'm SOOOOO not ready to be talked at this much for this long at this hour of the morning! How do you morning people out there do it? I mean, I'm not usually grumpy like I was today when I first wake up, in fact, I'm pretty neutral when I first get out of bed. But I NEVER bounce out of bed and wake up chatty and bubbly, raring to go. Once I've had about half an hour of wake time, sure, I'm happy as can be. I guess some people are just wired differently. He's lucky he's cute and that I love him :)
I ordered Supernatural Season 1 from Amazon last week since it was on sale for $19.99. I can't wait to watch it all over again. It's sitting on my DVD shelf waiting for Stargate SG-1 to end or for Dom to fall asleep early in the evening. Dom hates watching things we've already seen. Unless we're drunk and the things in question are Super Troopers and/or Grandma's Boy *L* I think I've seen those movies more times than anything else in our collection. And they ARE funny. I highly recommend both, if you haven't seen them.
One of the things we've been doing, in addition to counseling and just generally trying to improve things between us, is cut back on drinking. This? Has been saving us an AMAZING amount of money. Which is cool. Which brings me to my next topic:
DRAGON*CON IN T-MINUS 8 DAYS! SQUEE! I can't believe it's already been a year! I am so incredibly excited. I can't wait, especially since this year we got a room in one of the hotels that's hosting the event. That means no worries about driving and/or getting lost for three hours, or trying to track down people because we need to leave, or missing out on events because we have to drive at least an hour to get there in the morning. See? I'm getting stressed out just making this list! And still, I had such an amazing time last year. This year is going to be even so much better! And I fully intend to write it all down and journal about it in its entirety, just like last year. So if you're not going, you can experience it virtually through me ;)
Vacation! *dances* Dragon*Con!
But first... back to work. Hope you all are having a great day out there! *blows kisses* |
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| Fic: The Downward Spiral (Faith/Angel) |
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| 01:23pm 23/08/2007 |
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Author: thenyxie Rating: PG-13 Pairing: F/A --but it's really all about the B/A Prompt: Error Summary: She won't stop staring. He makes her. Notes: Wow. This one got rather abstract. Written for the 50_elements challenge. These ficlets/drabbles are going to comprise pieces of one whole story, but are not going to be posted in any particular order. Previous Parts can be found in the Master List here
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She stares at me with those eyes. Deep, almond, richly brown, hiding secrets, daring hope. Huge, haunting eyes that wait, and believe there must be something more than this.
(tin god) Do not make of me an idol
(straw man) Do not build of my body a temple
Stares at me as if there might be things left in this world that still have meaning. As if there might still be things worth fighting for.
Like I've got something left to lose.
(martyr) Do not fashion a God from the blood of my entrails
(hero) I do not want this.
The mirror reflects her, alone, staring into empty space; a man who isn’t there.
(effigy) My altar is not made of stone. My bones cannot bear the weight of your hope.
I have nothing left to offer her.
Your eyes are not her eyes.
Nothing left to give.
Your belief is not my salvation.
And so I kiss her, instead.
How fragile, hope. How perilously frail.
I kiss her, possessing her mouth, my hands restless against her skin.
She closes her eyes.
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| ToC: The Downward Spiral (Faith/Angel) |
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| 01:28pm 23/08/2007 |
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Author: thenyxie Rating: NC-17 overall Pairing: F/A --but it's really all about the B/A Summary: Buffy dies. Faith and Angel are left with only each other to pick up the pieces.
NOTES: Written for the 50_elements challenge. The table below lists all the prompts. These ficlets/drabbles are going to comprise pieces of one whole story, but are not going to be written in order. For the sake of following with some semblance of order, I will be numbering them in the order they are WRITTEN. This does not mean they will be chronologically correct. After all 50 are complete, I will go back and renumber them chronologically.
Dark Theme: credit to matchstick
| xx. | Bell |
xx. | Fallen |
xx. | Fangs |
xx. | Wild Smile |
xx. | What you are I was/What I am you shall be |
| xx. | Dusty |
xx. | Scarless |
xx. | Shut your eyes |
xx. | Technophobia |
xx. | Dark |
| xx. | The Anatomy of Failure |
02. | Error |
xx. | Allergies |
01. | 2.45 meters |
xx. | 12:27 AM |
| x. | Chastity |
xx. | Remember Me |
xx. | The Measure of a Man |
xx. | The Prince of Cats |
xx. | Rave |
| xx. | Elite |
03. | Sounds of Snow |
xx. | Graveyard Shift |
xx. | The Lies of Us |
xx. | I love you in my memories |
| xx. | Charcoal |
xx. | Flowers |
xx. | Scissors |
xx. | Lobsters |
xx. | Smile |
| xx. | Lust |
xx. | 3 hours later |
xx. | We are all connected |
xx. | Shame you seemed honest |
xx. | Crown |
| xx. | Illusion |
xx. | Boots |
xx. | Eden |
xx. | Maria (Mother Mary) |
xx. | Left hand |
| xx. | Cunning |
xx. | The only one who knew how to smile |
xx. | Peter Pan Complex |
xx. | Russian Roulette |
xx. | Leave me, I love you |
| xx. | Wangst |
xx. | Blood on the sheets |
xx. | dic·tion·ar·y |
xx. | Innocent Sinner |
xx. | All good things. |
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