But you better not complain, boy

If you have someone on your flist, if you've gone to the trouble of actually friending them and they've friended you, that would imply that you'd have a bit of tact when talking to them, right? Like, say they made a post you didn't agree with, you wouldn't jump the gun and start attacking them, would you? I admit, I've been known to accidentally come off as rude and bitchy in a comment with little to no provocation (I'm sorry to all that I've done this to, it's not you and it's not intentional), but there's a line.

Am I the only one that feels this way? If I start bitching about Lady Gaga, Elena, Buffy/Spuffy/Bangel, or Cordangel are one or more of you going to jump down my throat without calmly saying 'You might want to warn that your ranting and maybe take into consideration that I have fans of those people/characters/ships on my flist?

In other news, when I went to put the dog out after seeing my daughter off to school, I nearly jumped out of my skin because I was startled by a gecko making a run into the house. Apparently, mother nature is trying to overwhelm me with good luck. Should I worry about why she feels this is necessary?

Also, I've recently discovered my love for Zoe Saldana. I didn't like her in Star Trek and, being the only thing I remembered having seen her in, I thought it might be the actress. Then my husband brought home Losers and I discovered that I could so easily love her. What can I say, I've got a thing for hot women who handle guns. So I decided to go check out her filmography and realized that I've loved her to bits in everything I've actually seen her in. So in order to nurse this fledgling love (that's not as fledgling as I had imagined), I will pretend it's a different actress playing Uhura and/or blame the writing/characterization.

And, the reason I watched Losers with the husband? PAPA WINCHESTER!!!! Sorry, he makes me all squeeful.

It's 3369 words long; I don't wanna read over it again to see how many times I skipped words, used the wrong words, and murdered the English language.

I need a pre-beta beta, someone who feels they need to suffer, because my beta doesn't deserve to have to suffer though a rough-draft.

Fuck it, if you don't hear from me in a few hours, send help, the fic has eaten me alive and my kids will need someone to make them breakfast in the morning.

After much discussion with my beta ("Break that shit up!" "Yes, ma'am") I've decided that this chapter needs to be split in two and both parts fleshed out. This fic, which was going to be(at most) 5 chapters, is looking down the barrel of 6 or 7. My muse has issues staying around for that long.