a bolt of lightning couldn't HIT. ME. HARDER.

[botherd]

Wow, I haven't posted in a ridiculously long time. I wish I could say that that's because I've been busy having ~thrilling exploits~ but mostly I've just been doing fuck-all enjoying my last few weeks as a student (sob!). And also doing things like spending entire evenings revisiting ridiculous 90s pop music via Spotify and YouTube. Speaking of which, OMG, THE BODYSHAKIN' DANCE. LOL FOREVER.

Also, writing. My thelittlebang fic is nearly done; all I need to do is take a look at my betas' comments and try to stop myself from printing it all out and going through it with a red pen again. (I've already done that, like, twice.) I'm posting a preview on Tuesday and then I guess the whole thing goes up in ten days? I reeeally want to know who my artist is. And, um, I hope I haven't fucked things over for them by ~reworking my fic a bit since the first draft. It's nothing too major, I've just cut a scene or two and shifted a section around, so I'm hoping it won't be a problem. :/ I guess we'll see!

... there was something else I was going to say, but I've forgotten. It was fascinating, I'm sure.

Comments

[michaelbush.livejournal.com]

'Bodyshakin''! What a tune. 911 were such a weird looking boyband, though. Like two garage attendants and their hyperactive little brother.

Cheerio, Michael. xxx

[botherd.livejournal.com]

Ha! Yes, exactly. I always wondered what the point of Spike and Jimmy was (how tragic is it that I remember their names?); they never did anything, and they didn't even look pretty. How did they find themselves in a boyband?