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Jan. 17th, 2005 04:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cheesymiceI did one of my putting-off-doing things! From here on out to be known as a POD. Before I came into work I sorted through all the junk on my dining table. Things were thrown out, filed, stacked, put where ever they needed to go. Hey, do you know that dining tables actually have flat, bare surfaces? And that their real purpose is for dining, not for holding books, junk mail, sweaters, receipts, bags, beading supplies, or as places for cats to sleep? Who'da thunk it.
Speaking of the unexpected, here's the drabble I wrote for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
open_on_sunday this week along that theme:
He’d come to accept that Fred didn’t love him. Certainly there was that faint hope that one day she would want him. Again and again he screened the same romantic and sexual fantasies in his mind. He was quite fond of melodramatically romantic scenarios where he’d save her from some horrendous fate just in the nick of time. She’d gaze at him, eyes shining with adoration. She’d throw her arms around him, kiss him, and declare how much she loved him.
As often as he dreamed about Fred, her kiss caught him completely by surprise. Now he could stop dreaming.
Poor Wesleykins. I really need to write some Wesley schmoop. If anybody needs fluffy, schmoopy, happy good times it's poor put-upon Wes. He needs a hug and a cup of cocoa and lots of hot, sweaty sex. Uh, yeah.
Speaking of the unexpected, here's the drabble I wrote for
open_on_sunday this week along that theme:He’d come to accept that Fred didn’t love him. Certainly there was that faint hope that one day she would want him. Again and again he screened the same romantic and sexual fantasies in his mind. He was quite fond of melodramatically romantic scenarios where he’d save her from some horrendous fate just in the nick of time. She’d gaze at him, eyes shining with adoration. She’d throw her arms around him, kiss him, and declare how much she loved him.
As often as he dreamed about Fred, her kiss caught him completely by surprise. Now he could stop dreaming.
Poor Wesleykins. I really need to write some Wesley schmoop. If anybody needs fluffy, schmoopy, happy good times it's poor put-upon Wes. He needs a hug and a cup of cocoa and lots of hot, sweaty sex. Uh, yeah.
