"With a Love Like That, You Know You Should be Glad..."

HA.

...I have two very long overdue birthday gifts, here. I think I must win some measure even if I am suffering from *flail!*everybodyhatesmeandIlose;_____; to-night.

So.

Happy incredibly late birthday, erinpuff! Your extended Archie/Wellard drabble from May. :D

( Here Comes the Sun )

~~~

AND. AND. MISS FISH. Your birthday gift part two, from August. The whatevereth (seventh?) chapter of The Picture Portrait Gallery. Is all yours, and so is the rest of the fic, if I ever finish it. <3 This bit is Bahorel's, and revoltingly short, and completely unedited, which means that I will delete it all in the morning when I am in my right mind. XD BUT. I LOVE YOU HI. So I am posting it now.

(  ~ Love Locked Out ~  )

~~~

And now I am working on shawk's Carlotta/Christine from, what, June? I think. And will try to get done some of the Horatio/Fortinbras, if I'm still conscious by then.

Post Scriptum: karla_yonit. I love this music. ;_______; So much. It's wonderful to write to. Thank you! <333333

Ee.

"Il te donnera la lune..."

Interestingly enough,

'ferre' is a Latin word meaning 'to bear'.

...Well, I thought it was interesting. Considering the typical portrayals of 'Ferre in fic. LM people? Discuss.

"Thou'rt so Adorish..."

Very silly, very short La Carlotta/Cosette for Shelley...! Who graciously provided us, months ago, with Jim Croce in two volumes. <3 thank you, and we're sorry this took so long.

( C Chord )

"So Show the Way to Me... I Will Try to be Ready to Go..."

I'm trying to think of way to put this that won't have my flist jumping on me and going 'omg eating disorder!' but. ^_^;;; (Because I don't)

I'm trying to eat the proper amount that Marie wants me too, and it feels like so much. I mean--augh, I feel dreadful eating that much. And there's so little protein in it! and so much carbohydrate! and flaiiiiiiil. Twelve-hundred calories is too many.

...But I'm trying.

Also have begun taking my vitamins again. They still taste dreadful.

...And now I have breads to make and packages to ready, and several CDs to burn. So! I shall bother off and do what I ought. I can't believe it's already two-thirty. I got up at eleven, but I didn't have breakfast until two. Feel too light!

At any rate. Where are my address labels, and have I got any Greek olives?

"There is a Life About to Start..."

OMG OMG WE GOT A HARRY AND DAVID'S CATALOGUE--!!

...Food porn.

*hides somewhere to read it*

"I Have Never Had a Lover..."

As Zara and shawk are doubtless able to attest, Jim Croce's A Long Time Ago is a very silly song to make one burst into tears.

...I don't really know why. I'm perfectly happy. Just the song.

And now I am writing (letters or stories).

"Your Love Will Kill Me..."

...This song is sex, pardon me. Even if it is in English, and therefore not as good as the French. Also I love the way her voice is not perfect, but goes hard and flat and strained in places. Oooh. <3 Also the rhyme sceme, eeee!

Horatio/Fortinbras, for my Waen lesquee.

Beware half-metaphors, angst, dangerously AU behaviour, Significant Happenings, present tense, parentheses, and general torture of Horatio. And Fortinbras making stupid war/conquering metaphor comments. :D

Oh, and Horatio was so annoying while I was trying to write this fic.

Typical exchange:
Soujin: Snog. Fortinbras. Now.
Horatio: But Hamlet! ;_________;
Soujin: He's DEAD. Snog Fortinbras.
Horatio: But Hamlet! ;_________;
Soujin: --!
Horatio: But Hamlet! ;_________;
Soujin: *gives up*

...At any rate. ^____^;; FIC!

( King of Scraps and Patches )

"Your Love is All I Want to Wear..."

Ohhhh! And to-morrow we're going to go somewhere terribly far away and Waen and Mum and Da' will ride the horses all day and I'll get to walk...! And they've all been there before, and they swear it's the most beautiful place, and I really can't wait, and it'll be such fun to go walking again properly instead of treadmilling, and eeee I can't waiiiiit! And we'll have a picnic, and the trees will still be changing, and it's so exciting...!

Also and then we'll go out for dinner and we hardly ever do that ever, so it'll be so niiice. ;____; It always makes me weepishly happy when we do things like that. I'm such an idiot, woe. But eeee. And I can't wait.

^_____^

...I am very silly.

Ohhh. And Daddy says that the train ride to Pittsburgh is beautiful (he said, 'What'll it be like when you go to visit Zara?' and I said 'like visiting Lillie but without the ankle-deep snow :D :D' ^_______^), and he said that I'll want to look out the windows the whole time (and I really will!) and I can't wait a little more...!

It's all very wonderful, isn't it?

(Oh! But I'm all out of blank CDs, allyness, so I shall have to get more before I can send you Les Mis...! I'm sorry! I'll try to get more as soon as possible!)

...Eeeeeeeeee, life. Why are you so pretty? I like it so much.

I haven't done a single thing I ought to-day. ^______^ But I finished a book and a half, and Waen's story, and I can't wait for to-morrow--! So forgive me? Oh.

Smile.