Ha!

Nicked from asterix.

( I am loved. But by whom? )

VigOrli authors look out.

There're two particular fics that are pissing me the fuck off, but I don't want to say which they are. I will say, however, that they're both VigOrlis.

VigOrli is brilliant when done right, but not when you have a 40-year-old man acting like a complete and utter fool/teenage-girl-with-her-first-crush.

I cannot write proper VigOrli either, and you certainly don't see me trying. I think the closest I've come was Is He or Isn't He?, and that wasn't the best thing I've written. It takes a certain something to write that pairing, and most I've read are lacking.

I am not even going to apologise for being critical today. I just won't give the links in my LJ. I do have an ickle bit of decency.

I KNOW!!!

I know. My fucking layouts are so schizo. I cannae (tee hee) help ett!

So Liam called like an hour ago. What the fuck? Doesn't anyone sleep anymore? I was glad to hear his insane little voice though. I miss him.

I think I'm gonna go an Ewan moodscheme, if I can be arsed to go through my piccies and make 100+ motherfucking little piccies from them. Can I? Not at the mo.

It needs to fucking rain. I need rain, damnit.

/rambling post