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It's Lion Turtles all the way down ([personal profile] lettered) wrote2006-06-26 10:50 am

Real Life Tales in La Vie De TKP!

1. So my mom's seen all of BtVS. But we're watching it a second time. And in S5 "Blood Ties", you know that scene where Dawn goes to Ben and tells him she's the Key, then Ben changes into Glory? TKMOM: OMG, Ben is Glory?
TKme: Yeah, Glory is in Ben's body.
TKMom: You mean Ben is in Glory's body?
TKme: Yeah, Glory is Ben.
TKMom: So. Glory and Ben.
TKme: Are the same person.
TKMom: Glory and Ben are the same person?

I KID YOU NOT.

2. So I'm writing smut, slashy porn type smut, with things I don't believe I've typed before and god, did I even know Angel was that raunchy, and all the sudden there's a knock on my door. So I open it up and hear, "Hello. Have you let Jesus Christ into your life today?" All I could think was Angel does feel very close to Jesus right now, yes he does. "Have you had a chance to study the Book of Mormon, the Testament of Jesus Christ?" I'm spending my quality time studying porn, thank you.

I've actually never had missionaries come to my house before, and would've really liked to've chatter with them and perhaps offer them tea, but I was so embarrassed I said no and shut the door. And I think they thought I was laughing at them, which made me really ashamed of myself. Then I went back to studying porn.

3. So (all stories start with so, apparently) I just watched The Gift. I forgot how Spike cries at the end. Then I went downstairs and there was this little rabbit the size of a hamster sitting on the stoop just outside the front door, munching on little green leaf planty things. And it felt very ironic to watch Buffy die and then see this bitty baby bunny live.

4. So Friday my brother calls to ask when my mom is coming to Michigan so he knows when to go up to see her, and my mother says she's going Tuesday, and I'm going with her. I'd been thinking about going again to see my brother and also just because I can, and that jazz, but this was so very sudden. But hey it's free, so I'm there. Since I'm going to be gone longer this time I'm going to be dropping by an internet cafe every couple days just to see what's up, but I'll be less available. But I'll be there if you want to get in contact with me, and I will also fly about randomly commenting. But anyway, toodles!

[identity profile] ros-fod.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
I was going to comment on the actual content of this post, but then you started talking about Connor as a princess and I started imagining him gathering berries in the forest, careful don't get your gown caught in the thorns! and a hunter passes by and sees Connor and stops and stands there with the deerksin things, those pants things, but tighter fuckit I don't read enough Romance Novels and with the beard and with the bow and arrows in the quiver and speaking of, there's quivering when the hunter presses Princess Connor up against a tree and kisses him and you think I'm joking but I am crying with the beauty of it.
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[identity profile] tkp.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Buckskin breeches, you mean?

I would never accuse you of joking about something so moving. Can Connor be singing a soft tune to the birdies? And can Connor feel something hard when the hunter presses against him, and realize it's the hunter's staff? No really, his long staff, because the hunter has to turn around and defend him from the forest dragon, which is red-eyed and emerald plated, and once the hunter is covered in sweat and specks of blood, which of course Connor doesn't like to see, Connor kneels in front of a unicorn and proves his purity by the unicorn eating out of his hand, omg?
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[identity profile] tkp.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid Kita might kill me, but okay.

[identity profile] kita0610.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Who am I to argue with a love that involves UNICORNS for chrissake.

This whole princess thing makes me vaguely nauseous, I'm afraid.