November 8th 2004

[raven]

I suck beyond comprehension. Am disorganised, unattached, uncalled for interview, uninformed, unfriended, underage, underachieving, and suddenly really really bored. I shouldn't be. I have three essays to write, last count, one of which I have attempted to write four times and just gone Ctrl+A+Del every time on account of my sucking so much.

Am beginning to suspect I may be a tad depressed.

In other news, I had a mental moment of black comedy on my way home. I was thinking about, among other things, how much I suck, how much Avril Lavigne sucks, whether JK Rowling knew depression was a "black dog" when writing about Sirius, whether I won that eBay auction, what happened to Newt and Anathema, whether Pedar had a lecture tonight, whether he still wants to buy dollars while the exchange rate is low, whether I should tell him I have two hundred dollars stashed in my bottom drawer, etc., etc., all is well in the mind of me.

Then I stopped to consider a full-blown fic idea, just sitting there in my cerebral cortex. Let us take Crowley and Aziraphale and sit them round a table with Rupert Giles. And then have them argue over which side he belongs to.

I (mentally) laughed. Then, noticing there was absolutely no-one to be seen in a half-mile radius, laughed out loud.

And when I got home, climbed over the fence because I had no keys.

Comments

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

Frankly, you don't suck at all. You wouldn't know how to if you tried.

I've tried to find a better way of wording this comment, and I CANNOT FIND ONE.

[amchau.livejournal.com]

The last line goes to Rupert, of course. He looks at them, getting in each other's faces as they fight ferosciously over whose side he's on, and says, "As my American friends put it, get a room."

When you have ideas like that, how can you suck? You don't suck. You, after all, are the genius who worked out whose son Ponder Stibbons was. You always make me take the blame for identifying the other parent, but you can have the credit for that if you want.

Also: now I know what's so funny about going to Yeman-- namely, that Chandler went in his grand quest to escape the clutches of the black widow spider Janice. To which my immediate reaction is, illogically, "He went to Yeman? How gay is that!"

I need a Chandler icon.

[lilka.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I promise you, you really, really don't suck. Trust me, I'm a woman of taste ;) I don't know how else I can help (depression really sucks, I know). I could write you something, if you felt inclined to ask :) Just name your poison, I have a free evening.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Dear Rupert. Poor bloke knows far too much about other people's sex lives.

I'm glad you finally get the Yemen jokes. Next time my father answers the phone, you can rest assured he is not entirely insane, just watches too much television.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Would you really? :) I'd love some fic tonight, I really would. Could you write me that bunny that I'd never seen done well, where an outsider sees Giles and Buffy together all the time and gets the wrong idea about their relationship?

*mwah*

[amchau.livejournal.com]

Anyone who watches Friends starts to know rather a lot about the character's sex lives. And when I think about how much Joey knows about Chandler's sex life... well, you can guess where that leads.

The sad thing is that I have to wait to next Sunday to find out what happened in the episode after Chandler went to Yemen. Presumably he came back, but it seems likely to be more complicated than that.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I can tell you, if you really want to know - or would you rather not?

[amchau.livejournal.com]

At this stage I think I'll wait until Sunday, thanks. If I miss it then, I'll ask you, but on a general principle of not wanting to be spoiled, I'll wait. Though why on earth I don't want to be spoiled for Friends, I don't know. After all, I keep spoiling myself for the overall trend by watching episodes in the wrong order.