cinaed: This fic was supposed to be short (Security Clearance? (Radek Zelenka))
Dear Self,

Last night's dream? Where the Goa'uld took over Earth? Kinda creepy. Rodney becoming a Goa'uld? Not cool. Having Radek and Carson as his slaves? Also not cool, especially when Radek helped Carson escape and got TORTURED by Goa'uld!Rodney. Totally uncool.

Then Carson came back with a serum that kills the Goa'uld inside the host, with a really banged up Jack O'Neill and trigger-happy Elizabeth Weir there to take out the loyal Jaffa. That was neat. However, using the serum on Rodney and then Carson grimly announcing that there's only a 60% survival rate of the host, and then having me WAKE UP before I could find out if Rodney died? NOT COOL AT ALL. Dude! Especially when there was no reason for me to wake up.

...I'm going with he lived and got with Radek, so nyah.

No love,
Cinaed

Dear Callie,

Oh, my pretty kitty. You are gorgeous. I know you are a princess. And climbing up on the roof and playing damsel in distress? Adorable, especially with your plaintive green eyes and pathetic mewing. However, just because you don't consider Mom a cute enough knight in shining armor doesn't mean you can growl at her and refuse to be rescued, and then resume your pathetic mewling as soon as she gets off the ladder.

Love you even if you're a diva,
Cinaed

Dear Plotbunnies,

I am struggling with my SGA_Santa and my Kavanagh X-Mas fics. Struggling. So stop mocking me by giving me more plotbunnies when you know I have those two fics on a deadline and exams to do. STOP IT. You may resume giving me fic ideas after exams. Please and thank you.

No love,
Cinaed
cinaed: This fic was supposed to be short (Tumnus)
Well, we seem to have been adopted by a kitty. An adorable one that's...sleeping in my closet. She/he/it just waltzed into our garage the other day and decided to stay. And then decided to come into my house and sleep in my room. Callie and Maggie are unamused, but Mom thinks it's the cutest thing ever. We called the animal shelter and so far no one's reported a black cat missing. Methinks Mom wants to keep it.

Meanwhile, tomorrow I have to go to the school and get my HS transcripts sent over to Radford, and do other stuff that's escaped my brain (something about the Salvation Army and, er, stuff). And then I have to pack and get ready to go back to the hellhole that is Randolph-Macon Woman's. *sighs* I have a new room with a friend, but I am not looking forward to dealing with my crazy ex-roommate for the next semester.

I'm also frustrated with writing. All I can do now is fanfiction, not original, and it's driving me nuts. How am I ever supposed to accomplish anything if I can't finish a single story that are made up of my characters? I need a recorder, because I say what I want to write and it sounds good, but I go blank as soon as my fingers touch the keyboard and I can't type anything. Argh. And I want to write something. It's this deep frustration that's buried in my chest like a knot and just increases when I touch the keyboard until my kunckles are aching from repressed writing.... Like now. Ow.... *rubs fingers* Guess my rant's over.

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