gyzym: (Rainman)
Oh, internet, I am having A Day.

I actually wrote a whole post about all of the things going wrong, and then I looked at it and thought, welp, this is whiny. So I am just leaving this last part, because it is at least sort of amusing.

-My firm actually hired a cute guy for once! This never ever happens, and I met him Monday, and he is both hilarious and excellent looking--think Dileep Rao in Inception, but skinnier and with shorter hair (same heart-stopping smile, though, hnnnnnng forever). He is adorkable in exactly the way I like, and it's been awhile since I've felt this kind of WHOA HEY OH MAN FJDSFHJDSKF attraction for someone, so, you know, hooray.

Problem: today I found out where his desk is. To get there, you must: go down a hallway, go down another hallway, go down a third hallway, turn into a fourth mini hallway, open a door, turn a corner, open another door and turn another corner. HOW DO YOU CASUALLY STOP BY SOMEONE'S DESK WHEN GETTING THERE MIGHT AS WELL INVOLVE SLAYING THE NEMEAN LION, YOU GUYS? I mean, seriously, I feel like I should don a sword and go on a quest for him, this is ridiculous.

It's a stupid problem, but come on, universe, make it a little easier on me, huh? Everyone else in my office is married, over the age of 50, or a gigantic asswipe, PLEASE JUST SLOW-PITCH ME THIS ONE.

IN CONCLUSION, HERE IS SCOTTY CAAN LOOKING NOTHING LIKE A WAITER TO IMPROVE YOUR DAYS, WHICH I HOPE ARE GOING BETTER THAN MINE:



gyzym: (Kristen Bell!)
Okay, Inception fandom, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to come right out and say it: I sat down to write the latest installment of the domestic!verse, and I wrote 19,000 words of Veronica Mars fic instead. I'M SORRY, YOU GUYS. I SWEAR I WON'T DO IT AGAIN.

This story has been a number of things for me, not the least of which being a cure for my writer's block. It's also (*gasp*) het, and my SINCERE apologies to everyone who follows me on Twitter for momentary lapse in sanity while writing the porn scene; I was nervous. I'm still nervous, actually, if only because it feels like it's been ages since I wrote a story this long. I had a blast doing it, though, it was a ridiculously good time, and I hope you guys enjoy it despite it not being the fic I promised would be next.

Title: A Strange New Story Every Time
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 19,295
Summary: Ten years clean of Neptune living, Logan's past finds him in an all-night grocery store.
Author's Note: To [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing, who doesn't even ship this pairing, and [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan, who has NEVER EVEN WATCHED THE SHOW: thank you. Thank you for reading this and putting up with my endless whining and stressing about it, and thank you for reassuring me that I wasn't going crazy, and thank you for not killing me because I was driving you crazy. THANK YOU. Additionally, the title of this story is pulled from a gorgeous poem by J.W Miller, which was originally shown to me by the most excellent [livejournal.com profile] jibrailis.

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