"For She'd Her Apron Tied About Her And He Took Her For A Swan..."

Okay. I got forty-two separate requests not counting generalised Frenchboy/Sailorboy slash, which I shall have to go about annoying people for specifics of. (Didn't figure that out with the quiz. Ackpeth.)

But. Due to that, shall likely be writing one fic per category chosen, as in: Here you will find Courfeuilly, as requested by mhari, ladybretagne, fannore, nympholepsy, and erinpuff. And so on, and so forth.

Also, am obviously not doing these by size of demand. Anyway.

Courfeuilly.

( Who Goes Where )

"Will I Lose My Dignity? Will Someone Care?"

Exceedingly gloomy Easter.

Uncle John is a nutjob. >_> Um. Yes. Mum made him rum brownies, which he seemed to like, because he says he's allergic to coconut.

I don't believe him.

Two years ago I made a big bowl full of coconut and dyed it different colours, and he ate that, and then said he was allergic to coconut. He didn't look allergic in the slightest, and it was only blue coconut. It wasn't all that hard to tell what it was.

Nutjob, I tell you. But he has a spiffy new sports car.

LENT, you are OVER! I DEFY YOU!

The day I'm supposed to read my story (the one that one the PCCA YAD Contest) is the day of Grandma's funeral, so I likely won't.

I hugged Aunt Betsy, and she started crying. It was scary.

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is hysterically funny. Jekyll/Hyde! Dorian Gray! Spiffy people! It was cool. Except Jekyll/Hyde wasn't right. But I promised not to rant about that.

"Either Way There's No Way to Win..."

*cries* Wah. I don't think I cried enough over Grandma. I'm going up to my room and cry for real to-night and see if it helps.

Also, because of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, I just know I'm going to be obsessing over the fact that Hyde's supposed to be smaller than Jekyll, not hulkingly larger. He's ikkle. Wah.

*curls up in a ball*