some pimpin' and hello's

[stoney321]

Mr. Stoney rocks my socks. That is all I have to say about that.

I have new friends. Made some and met some. *waves to you all* One thing about Stoney to remember: I'm nothing if not loyal. So for those of you who are just coming over to play, this may be a writer that you aren't familiar with yet. She doesn't get NEAR the recognition on LJ that she deserves. Not a lot of smut, but her fics don't need it. If you ache for your dead, gay show like I do, you need to read her stories. I'm talking about wife swapping. No, I'm not. I'm talking about adis723 and her latest and greatest (it's a WIP so bookmark it if that bugs you) is here. It's post Big Battle and NOBODY writes Drusilla and Illyria as well as her. And how awesome is the idea of the two of them in the same room?

My last repsonse to Bad!Fic means I may need to write some more McGonalbottom. I may just have lost all of my new friends over that sentence. I do, however, want to entice dovil into the greatest tagging of bad!fic known to man.

My last karaoke/roller skate night was so much fun that I think we should do it again. Everyone meet in my journal at 10:00AM, Central time on New Year's Day (for those in other time zones, 16:00:00 GMT, Jan 1) and after for skating to the best roller-rink songs in your memory. We'll be rocking the oldies all day/night long. Be sure to stretch and tell Bobby that I totally want to make out after my mom drops me off! Do NOT let me forget to take my retainer out.

Comments

[julia-here.livejournal.com]

Stoney, ma'am, yes muchly on that WIP, and thanks for bookmarking it as I've been trying to relocate it since the great hard-drive crash.

Must scamper off to read the latest badfic, which I postponed last night when I was recovering from a day trip to the Magical Land of Oregon, where the hazelnuts are starting to bloom and the sunset was hazy with their pollen (atchoo!).

Julia, midwinter hallucinigenic horticulture: forty acres of Thuja occidentalis "Lutea Nana" fluorescing in the low angle sunlight

[lynnenne]

Your hubby is hot. I can see why he rocks your socks. Does he have any brothers?

<-- I KNOW!!! Yay me!

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

He DOES!! But his brother is 24 and was just recently saddled with a wife and baby on the way. Hmm. I don't think it'll last, and he's more mature than his age implies. ;-) I am SO going to hell for that one.

Again: that is the cutest icon! Aren't you just purdy.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Anytime I can point people to an excellent writer, I'm happy to do so.

Hazlenuts! Yum. Now I'm dreaming of yeast rolls and Grandma's hazlenut butter.

Stoney, happy with the cardinals visiting her Yaupon holly tree.

(I'll be glad when your house clears out and you can get back to writing, m'dear.)

[lynnenne]

I have a thing for younger men. 24 is good. Wife and baby? Not so good. Let me know when they break up, yeah? *g*

[anelith.livejournal.com]

What a gorgeous husband you have! Does he know he's an icon now?

OMG!!! UR LIEK A BNF!!! & UR MR. STONEY IS HAWT!!!11

[mskakaako.livejournal.com]

I have new friends. Made some and met some.
"Ah liiike yoo, do yoo liiiike me?
Eef yoo cheat on me...I will *kuh-rush* yoo." :D

My last karaoke/roller skate night /I>
Wheee! I'm listening to Erasure and Duran Duran in anticipation.
Also, why do you have to be Central time? WHY?!! :(

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Hee hee! Connor is hawt.

I'm doing my best over here. Will let you know when I succeed. Can't stand her. Called my house "creepy." Because it's in the 'burbs. And may I get you another glass of wine? And you are 6 months pregnant?

Blech. you are waaaay cuter and funnier. (Psst: he's a writer, too! And has sold screenplays!! I heart him.)

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

He does, he is, and believe me: his chest stuck out a few inches when I turned him into one. he has no idea that some lonely woman is probably naming a cat after him right now, and has wallpapered her lonely apartment with his face.

*cackles with glee*

Are you feeling any better?

Re: OMG!!! UR LIEK A BNF!!! & UR MR. STONEY IS HAWT!!!11

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Man, we will have so much fun. I promise to do the whip, like, a hundred times with you.

If it turns out anything like last time, we will be rocking the skates for hours. Um, LJ skates.

I want to make love to Borat. After I'm done with you.

Re: <-- I KNOW!!! Yay me!

[cityphonelines.livejournal.com]

and he's more mature than his age implies. ;-) I am SO going to hell for that one.
*glares at you with 23 year old eyes*
Hey! What's that supposed to mean?

And if germaine_pet can't make it to this great state when the divorce happens, I'm already here, a mere 8 hrs away. Wait... how tall is he? It's a prerequisite, y'know like drowning one's face in Eau de Buffy Tawt.

And thank you, once again, for the pimpage! I'm working on Sue's ficlet (since the illness of death has finally dissipated) and it's going in the same 'verse.

Oh and I got PS7 for X'mas from the not-boyfriend. You want an icon?

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Boys mature more slowly, keep that in mind. And he's about 6' 1 or 2" but whip thin. Kinda punk, kinda mod, all kinds of smart and funny. My husband is getting mad at me right now but I don't WANT to talk nicely about her! She pffft'd her x-mas gift in FRONT of me!! Bleh.

Icon? Fer nothing? Hell, yes.

[cityphonelines.livejournal.com]

Well, in a good man, I wear a 5'11", but 6' feels so good I buy a 6'1"

You: He's 6'2"

Perfect!

So, what'cha want? Got a pic in mind? A quote? A style? Tell meeeeee!

[lynnenne]

That is too weird. My ex-husband was a writer, too. Although none of his screenplays ever sold, so your brother-in-law sounds better already.

Your house can't be as creepy as that baby's gonna be, if she doesn't stop drinking! *snerk* NOW who's going to hell?

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I have no idea. I want what your brain makes. I am easy to please. 15 bathroom walls can't be wrong!

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Dude, check with crazydiamondsue. My house isn't creepy at all. It's clean and tidy, and that grosses her out. She's anti-normal, whatever is passing currently. Gag. I remember being 20. Glad I'm in my thirties now.

(She is still drinking tons of coffee, won't eat green veggies, and laughed about how she just wants meat, bread and cheese. I fear for the baby, seriously. Oh yeah: exercise is creepy, too. She tried so hard to get pregnant and rope him into this relationship, and she's grossed out and bugged by the whole thing. Yuck. You'd make a MUCH better sister in law, huh? *BG*)

[mirasol.livejournal.com]

Right. You know I can't skate? I'll be there, cheering you all on from the side, but my arse has made contact with the floor too many times. I'll be a big kid, but my old(ish) bones won't let me make that much of a fool of myself.

And we were so progressive here in Portsmouth that we never had a roller rink as far as I can remember - went straight to a skateboarding park. But I'm okay with the karaoke. Getting practice in now. Cover your ears, love.
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo *when the hell does that finish?
oh, poo!*

You’ve got your mother in a whirl
She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair’s alright
Hey babe, let’s go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they’re playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I’m wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

Don’t ya?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You’ve got your mother in a whirl ’cause she’s
Not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair’s alright
Hey babe, let’s stay out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they’re playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I’m wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

Don’t ya?
Oh?

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

You’ve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can’t get enough, but enough ain’t the test
You’ve got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You’re a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know
Calamity’s child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where’d you wanna go?
What can I do for you? looks like you’ve been there too
’cause you’ve torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Oh, your face is a mess
Oh, oh, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh

BTW? Mr Stoney? *thud* You jammy bitc... ummm, you lucky thing you.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I KNOW!! He's totally hot, and can you believe I turned him down three times before I agreed to a date??

Now, you do realize that the "skating" is all written out? I'll indicate which "skate" it is (like, couple skate, hokey-pokey, the whip) and everyone posts their favorite songs from the formative ass-falling years.

And dude, I'm holding hands with you, so no worries. I'll skate backwards 'til you get the hang of it. *BG*

I love the Thin White Duke. (and thanks for the comment about my fool cat. He's sleeping at my feet as I type.)