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Annual review in La Vie De TKP
So, last year I listened while my crazy ex-room-mate prattled on about this show called Buffy The Vampire Slayer. And when we accidentally bumped into each other at the university library, where there are sometimes cockroaches, she said, "Omg, and then she pushed him up against the wall and smacked him a wet one right on the lips, and then the house fell down while they were having sex! OMGSQUEE!" Then I watched "Pangs," and said, "What's the deal with that guy? He's way too old for Muffy. I mean Buffy." And Crazy Ex-Roomate said, "Oh, that's Angel." Then I became DB's stalker and sent him this fanfic where he and I had lots and lots of sex. With this guy I know JM.
So, last year I met this fantastic gal, about whom I can't say enough good things, who agreed to be my beta. I'd never had one before. Then this other gal said, "Oh, you want an lj huh, and you have lots of questions? Let me answer every single one of them and give you loads of encouragement. Oh you like B/A? So there's this gal who writes a mean B/A fic..." And This Gal was writing the Meanest of Mean B/A fics, it was THAT good, and I went, "Like Whoa." So I wrote some fic, yadda yadda, and OMG I got recced! Then OMG, I got friended! Then I said, "Fandom, you love me, you really really love me!" And fandom said, Yes, I do! A-and-and I have lots of gay sex for you to read, and necrophilia, and weird sockpuppet porn! Love me!
So, last year, I did.
Last year I got drunk, joined a new fandom, went to the beach, graduated, posted a fic on fanfiction.net, watched every single ep ever aired of BtVS and AtS, but did not read/write fanfic for some fandoms I was once a part of.
Last year I fed ducks, spent longer than I felt I should have on f_w trying to fathom how people could be so cruel to each other, while at the same time snickering at how stupid people are, went to a community theatre, tried to make an icon, stared at Spike’s head on a woman’s body until I almost wasn’t creeped out/amused by it any more, but did not chase my dreams like I think I should have.
Last year I had to help my granny get dressed because she couldn't herself, defriended someone, left before a party started because I got scared of having to interact, agreed to beta something I haven’t beta’ed yet, got rejected to schools I really wanted to go to and magazines I really wanted to be published by, whined about the cancellation of more than one Jossverse show, probably with asterisks and the word "cries", but did go for one service in a holy place.
Last year I orgasmed, got linked to metafandom without knowing why/how, went bowling (not that kind of bowling; bowling with balls and . . . oh), wondered whether sock puppet porn was a phenomenon and who could possibly not be squicked by it, spoke with an ex-boyfriend and was pleased to find out I no longer cared for him, rewound more than twice because Spike was busy being sexy, but did not post Jossverse porn (though some things had porny elements).
Last year I played poker, wrote fic in a fandom I didn’t last year, traveled over two hundred miles in order to support a family member; entered a ficathon, promised I'd never do that to myself again (or wouldn’t unless I was completely unbusy), and then entered another ficathon; suspected I might be having a nervous breakdown, wondered what the deal with S/X is and promised myself I’d read S/X fics so I could figure it out one day, but was not involved in anything remotely wanky.
Last year I had a sleepover with an old friend, loads of crazy movies, and junk food; read HP 6, saw GoF, and read some HP fic all the while staying carefully clear of That Crazy Fandom proper; rafted down a river, mispelled a character’s name in a fic-type-thing, got published, rewound more than twice just to watch Buffy and Angel kiss again (awww!), but did not learn to love Andrew.
Last year I sucked on my BFF’s finger (er. . . it was a joke); wrote a post/comment, hovered over the “submit” button, then erased it all because I realized I’d rather not share whatever-it-was at that time/with that person; went to IKEA; wrote polite concrit for a fic and then never sent it because upon reassessment, I decided the author really wasn’t trying to be a decent writer in the first place; volunteered, felt useless because I didn’t do more, and let that get me turned off of doing more for a long while; read more than two all human AU Xander/Angel fics, and liked them, but did not fall in romantic love with someone new.
Last year I spent the night on someone else’s couch, had to ask/research when someone internet spake at me (for instance, I had to look up <3), went to a midnight showing of a movie, read a fic aloud, worked as a personal assistant, hated on Joyce Summers, but did not write a drabble.
I gush. I'm a gusher. Like those fruit snack things. Mmm, fruit snacks. But really, this past year I was kinda down and out about some stuff, but meeting you guys, reading your fic, hearing your comments about my own fic, mutually gushing, and all that hot sex I've had in my head with DB really made last year great. So, thanks.
ETA: Oh yeah, and Happy New Year! Duh, that was the original point of this post. Hope y'all have as good a year coming up as I did last year. Oh. You will, because there's that musical by Elton John based on Anne Rice coming out this year.
Er...
So, last year I met this fantastic gal, about whom I can't say enough good things, who agreed to be my beta. I'd never had one before. Then this other gal said, "Oh, you want an lj huh, and you have lots of questions? Let me answer every single one of them and give you loads of encouragement. Oh you like B/A? So there's this gal who writes a mean B/A fic..." And This Gal was writing the Meanest of Mean B/A fics, it was THAT good, and I went, "Like Whoa." So I wrote some fic, yadda yadda, and OMG I got recced! Then OMG, I got friended! Then I said, "Fandom, you love me, you really really love me!" And fandom said, Yes, I do! A-and-and I have lots of gay sex for you to read, and necrophilia, and weird sockpuppet porn! Love me!
So, last year, I did.
Last year I got drunk, joined a new fandom, went to the beach, graduated, posted a fic on fanfiction.net, watched every single ep ever aired of BtVS and AtS, but did not read/write fanfic for some fandoms I was once a part of.
Last year I fed ducks, spent longer than I felt I should have on f_w trying to fathom how people could be so cruel to each other, while at the same time snickering at how stupid people are, went to a community theatre, tried to make an icon, stared at Spike’s head on a woman’s body until I almost wasn’t creeped out/amused by it any more, but did not chase my dreams like I think I should have.
Last year I had to help my granny get dressed because she couldn't herself, defriended someone, left before a party started because I got scared of having to interact, agreed to beta something I haven’t beta’ed yet, got rejected to schools I really wanted to go to and magazines I really wanted to be published by, whined about the cancellation of more than one Jossverse show, probably with asterisks and the word "cries", but did go for one service in a holy place.
Last year I orgasmed, got linked to metafandom without knowing why/how, went bowling (not that kind of bowling; bowling with balls and . . . oh), wondered whether sock puppet porn was a phenomenon and who could possibly not be squicked by it, spoke with an ex-boyfriend and was pleased to find out I no longer cared for him, rewound more than twice because Spike was busy being sexy, but did not post Jossverse porn (though some things had porny elements).
Last year I played poker, wrote fic in a fandom I didn’t last year, traveled over two hundred miles in order to support a family member; entered a ficathon, promised I'd never do that to myself again (or wouldn’t unless I was completely unbusy), and then entered another ficathon; suspected I might be having a nervous breakdown, wondered what the deal with S/X is and promised myself I’d read S/X fics so I could figure it out one day, but was not involved in anything remotely wanky.
Last year I had a sleepover with an old friend, loads of crazy movies, and junk food; read HP 6, saw GoF, and read some HP fic all the while staying carefully clear of That Crazy Fandom proper; rafted down a river, mispelled a character’s name in a fic-type-thing, got published, rewound more than twice just to watch Buffy and Angel kiss again (awww!), but did not learn to love Andrew.
Last year I sucked on my BFF’s finger (er. . . it was a joke); wrote a post/comment, hovered over the “submit” button, then erased it all because I realized I’d rather not share whatever-it-was at that time/with that person; went to IKEA; wrote polite concrit for a fic and then never sent it because upon reassessment, I decided the author really wasn’t trying to be a decent writer in the first place; volunteered, felt useless because I didn’t do more, and let that get me turned off of doing more for a long while; read more than two all human AU Xander/Angel fics, and liked them, but did not fall in romantic love with someone new.
Last year I spent the night on someone else’s couch, had to ask/research when someone internet spake at me (for instance, I had to look up <3), went to a midnight showing of a movie, read a fic aloud, worked as a personal assistant, hated on Joyce Summers, but did not write a drabble.
I gush. I'm a gusher. Like those fruit snack things. Mmm, fruit snacks. But really, this past year I was kinda down and out about some stuff, but meeting you guys, reading your fic, hearing your comments about my own fic, mutually gushing, and all that hot sex I've had in my head with DB really made last year great. So, thanks.
ETA: Oh yeah, and Happy New Year! Duh, that was the original point of this post. Hope y'all have as good a year coming up as I did last year. Oh. You will, because there's that musical by Elton John based on Anne Rice coming out this year.
Er...