Then Sakura appeared and did nothing of any importance

Sometimes, and it pains me to admit this, but sometimes I write fanfiction. This is only ever done as either bribery or thanks for my ever-amazing lil sis. I have to say it's disturbingly easy to write. I'm not talking full on slash yaoi crazy internet stuff here. I'm talking "Hey smelly Catherine, write me a fic involving Aeris, Zack and Kadaj living in the lifestream and the hilarious yet heart-warming adventures of them all." And so I go on msn and write up a storm to post in little snippets and watch her laugh next to me. It's a fun way to brutally murder time. The worrying thing is she asked me to compile one of them into a word document. A friend of hers upon reading the tiny quote from previously mentioned fic in Julie's sig on devart had asked to read the whole thing. Apparently she loves it and demands that I set up an account with fanfic.net to share my talent with the (online)world. I don't know whether to be disturbed or flattered.

I'm going with mildly creeped-out indifference.


I ache all over. I think I mopped myself to death today. So many coffee stains and chewing gum to scrape off the floors and newsprint smeared just about everywhere you could imagine. The only way I got through today at all was by playing my sexy Mexican (sexican!) music real loud and wriggling my way to great justice. I'm lucky the windows end above my hips or I'd be making friends with the workers across the road in no time.