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4th-Jun-2010 06:11 pm
Oh God What the Fuck
I owe comments and replies to EVERYONE IN THE WORLD. EVERYONE AND THEIR MUMS. And an update to W.I.L which I thought would be done on MONDAY.I'm sorry, everyone in the world! Work, food poisoning, medication side-effect shenanigans, and more work, but I'm on it, I'm on it, and now I've done my work and it's time I had some play...

I went to London the other day and there was MORE TRAIN SLASH. This time, at Charing Cross, a gang of youths are walking down one of the passages. "Are you playing the Gay Bisexual card?" says one, and I reflect that he does not seem to know what those words mean. Then he adds, "...because... THAT'S MY CARD,"  cheerfully flings his friend up against wall, and gets all gropey.

I told my friend Roz, who said "Oh my God, it's finally happened. There is now so much slash fanfiction in the world it's started to bleed into reality, and annoying straight men really are going to be having sex with each other all the time. You are the tipping point." 

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5th-Jun-2010 12:27 am (UTC)
You know, I've been wondering when that was going to happen. Although I'm developing an alternative theory that you are in fact the hub of all slash in the universe and it is drawn to you by centrifugal force.

PS I have every sympathy with medication side-effect shenanigans. (Also, points for use of the word 'shenanigan'). Hope you're feeling better.
5th-Jun-2010 01:21 am (UTC)

I hope I am not the hub of all slash. Because if all men around me are going to break into enthusiastic gaiety with each other, that's going to be problematic for my love life. Well, there's always femslash, I guess. ( Hmm. "If you can keep your heterosexuality, when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you..." )

Thank you, I am feeling fine now. I've really been terribly lucky with side effects, the only downside to which is that I was foolishly slow to work out the rather obvious reason why I was all "DOOM. VAGUELY NAUSEATED DOOM." one day and "Huh, no doom at all, but I'm supposed to stay awake how?" the next. I would make a rotten detective.
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