Hii

I meant to write a Bingo today. But I did none. I fail majorly...and do not know where the time went.

Incidentally, straight after the opening sequence where he says where he is, the Ishida running away from Urahara is ME. Holyshitlumps.

I just made sharkykitty so that I can play Viral. And probably will. Gah, I wish I had some practice, but I do not think my flist is up to pimping themselves to be for Simon/Viral right now, are you? I'd offer to pay you in fic, but I'm failtastic.

OMG, I almost forgot!

Ishida fanart!

( Under the cut! )

ETA. OMFG FAIL. I was writing about a lovely non-con BJ and reached for my tea, only to discover in quite the wrong way that the milk was off. Suddenly I am having trouble believing that Ishida dislikes it so much. Guh. Damnit, that was horrid.

Sorry guys...

I don't mean to burst your bubble or anything. I love your bubbles. But the last day of secondary school does not mean freedom. It means LIFE. Life comes after school. It's big, and ugly, and doesn't smell very nice. So these three months that you have off before Uni, or that you have imagininated for yourselves before you start looking for a job? Treasure them.

That is all.

Edit: Fuck, I totally forgot to say CONGRATULATIONS AND GOOD LUCK and all that stuff, kay? I'm not bitching on you. When I say treasure it, I mean enjoy it! And if you're still in school, well, enjoy it even harder, damnit.

Lots of love from me, whom life caught at an early age, sank its teeth into and had a good hard shake.

I'll be over here, doing more washing up, cooking dinner for seven people and mopping the kitchen floor x.x When I have time later, there will MOST DEFINITELY be porn. And cakes. Possibly both at the same time. But no jizz tea, because that was revolting.