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What would happen, I mean, really, what would happen if I just stopped sweating things? I am beginning to suspect that it's not my chronic controlling tension that is keeping the Earth in its orbit.
We were given free tickets to see Blue Rodeo last night at Massey Hall. It's nice to see a Canadian institution in its prime. Greg Keelor is inspirational, especially his guitar work, even if the whole vibe is a bit more country rock than I'm really into. Snake freaks out because I boogie in my seat. He is mortified by that. And I was holding back! Really, what's wrong with Torontonians? Dance, fuckers, dance!
I just finished the first chapter of my new X-fic. 7,434 words. Another couple of readthroughs and it's off to you, my sweet betas. No sex in this one. At least not in chapter 1.
We were given free tickets to see Blue Rodeo last night at Massey Hall. It's nice to see a Canadian institution in its prime. Greg Keelor is inspirational, especially his guitar work, even if the whole vibe is a bit more country rock than I'm really into. Snake freaks out because I boogie in my seat. He is mortified by that. And I was holding back! Really, what's wrong with Torontonians? Dance, fuckers, dance!
I just finished the first chapter of my new X-fic. 7,434 words. Another couple of readthroughs and it's off to you, my sweet betas. No sex in this one. At least not in chapter 1.
