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Climb up on the roof and dance
All I've been able to eat for days, folks: peanut butter & honey sandwiches. Oh, and the occasional nutra grain bar. That too.
I know I'm not the healthiest person in the world when it comes to this sort of thing, but for frak's sake. Come on. Enough with the douchery, stomach. I'm trying to put food in you. I know you're not used to it anymore, but what's up with the bloated bowling ball of acidy burning-action? That shit ain't right. I feel like I need a pin to pop the air out. That, or someone to go in there & disarm the knife-wielding ninjas. One or the other.
Who knew there was so much room in one's GI tract for acrobatics & sword swallowing? Not to mention nuclear experiments.
(The ninjas made friends. Isn't that nice?)
It is getting better though. I know it's just a result of my period ending + acute stress (everything with my friends & family recently/the SI. It all equals life change & subsequent meltdown in my brain) + not treating my body right in the first place. My skin is all itchy & rashy as well. These things take their toll; I know the drill--though it still somehow manages to always surprise me when it happens ("You mean the nervous system actually affects the body? WHO KNEW?" *rolls eyes*). It'll pass, regardless.
In the meantime, I'm distracting myself with a new endeavor.Blame Thank ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fourth_rose, as she's the one who gave me the encouragement. I was talking with her online yesterday about last week's episode of Bones, and the fandom's curiously small selection of PWP fic (we x-philes put you all to shame back in the day, for serious. It was a non-stop smutfest), and voila, now I'm writing a story about Booth spankin' the monkey.
OF COURSE.
Y'know, because what else would I be doing on a Monday? Looking for work? Jigga, please.
I'm still working on my Brennan fic, don't fret. This is just a detour. It's a fun diversion though, especially because it's good practice for writing something shorter than Anna Karenina-ish in length. (Aw, hyperbole. I heart you.)
There are people outside mowing grass & hammering things, however, and I don't think they have their priorities in order. BOOTH WANTS TO FANTASIZE ABOUT BRENNAN, OKAY? STFU SO I CAN FOCUS.<--this is why I usually write at night.
Also: JESUS FUCK, MY UPSTAIRS NEIGHBORS ARE LOUD. I think they're dropping tanks on my ceiling. It goes beautifully with the honking car & garbage truck that just joined in with the cacophony.
Remind me again why I bother getting up during daylight hours? I need a soundproof panic room for moments like this. I can stock it with a computer, a TV, a sofa, maybe a book or two, some music, and curl up in a cocoon-like blanket of PEACE & STILLNESS & DIMLY LIT VALHALLA-FILLED WONDER.[/secret hermit gang-sign]
Anyway. (ngl, I just put headphones on because the noise was agitating me so bad, haha. My dream one of these days is to just peek my head out the door at the world & yell, "WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THINGS? BE QUIET!" Totally rational.)
The story itself isn't that cracky so far though, to be honest. I'm still going to call it PWP though, simply because of the basis for the story. The whole point is Booth rubbin' one out. Ha. Pretty words or not, it's still a porny excuse for a plot.
If the monster truck rally outside decides to move their show elsewhere, I think I should be able to finish the story & post it tonight. Then I'll get back to my longer fic. And look for work & go to the store & attend an ACA meeting & do important things, bla bla bla. Eventually. At least I'm out of bed for more than a few hours at a time. That's something.
For now, I'll entertain you all with the following:
This mix! It needs to be longer. I love the original song (and oh yes, you'd better believe I know alllll the lyrics & can rap along with them. Haha. I have no shame), and I love Mos Def, and putting them together? YES.
A fave of mine from several years back. Never gets old.
Lastly, ANOTHER old fave. Random fun-filled fact: this was the first song I posted on my MySpace profile, many, many moons ago. Back when I still actively used MySpace, i.e. when dinosaurs walked the Earth. Hee.
Which reminds me:
Heh.
For my Vid of the Day, I'd like to share this lovely tribute to River (by Mq112358) that I found the other day while wasting time on YouTube. As I've said before, she's the newest addition to my list of Fave Female Characters, and I just wish the show had gone on longer so I could see more of her. This vid uses a song that I adore as well, so it gets extra points for that.
I know I'm not the healthiest person in the world when it comes to this sort of thing, but for frak's sake. Come on. Enough with the douchery, stomach. I'm trying to put food in you. I know you're not used to it anymore, but what's up with the bloated bowling ball of acidy burning-action? That shit ain't right. I feel like I need a pin to pop the air out. That, or someone to go in there & disarm the knife-wielding ninjas. One or the other.
Who knew there was so much room in one's GI tract for acrobatics & sword swallowing? Not to mention nuclear experiments.
(The ninjas made friends. Isn't that nice?)
It is getting better though. I know it's just a result of my period ending + acute stress (everything with my friends & family recently/the SI. It all equals life change & subsequent meltdown in my brain) + not treating my body right in the first place. My skin is all itchy & rashy as well. These things take their toll; I know the drill--though it still somehow manages to always surprise me when it happens ("You mean the nervous system actually affects the body? WHO KNEW?" *rolls eyes*). It'll pass, regardless.
In the meantime, I'm distracting myself with a new endeavor.
fourth_rose, as she's the one who gave me the encouragement. I was talking with her online yesterday about last week's episode of Bones, and the fandom's curiously small selection of PWP fic (we x-philes put you all to shame back in the day, for serious. It was a non-stop smutfest), and voila, now I'm writing a story about Booth spankin' the monkey.OF COURSE.
Y'know, because what else would I be doing on a Monday? Looking for work? Jigga, please.
I'm still working on my Brennan fic, don't fret. This is just a detour. It's a fun diversion though, especially because it's good practice for writing something shorter than Anna Karenina-ish in length. (Aw, hyperbole. I heart you.)
There are people outside mowing grass & hammering things, however, and I don't think they have their priorities in order. BOOTH WANTS TO FANTASIZE ABOUT BRENNAN, OKAY? STFU SO I CAN FOCUS.<--this is why I usually write at night.
Also: JESUS FUCK, MY UPSTAIRS NEIGHBORS ARE LOUD. I think they're dropping tanks on my ceiling. It goes beautifully with the honking car & garbage truck that just joined in with the cacophony.
Remind me again why I bother getting up during daylight hours? I need a soundproof panic room for moments like this. I can stock it with a computer, a TV, a sofa, maybe a book or two, some music, and curl up in a cocoon-like blanket of PEACE & STILLNESS & DIMLY LIT VALHALLA-FILLED WONDER.[/secret hermit gang-sign]
Anyway. (ngl, I just put headphones on because the noise was agitating me so bad, haha. My dream one of these days is to just peek my head out the door at the world & yell, "WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THINGS? BE QUIET!" Totally rational.)
The story itself isn't that cracky so far though, to be honest. I'm still going to call it PWP though, simply because of the basis for the story. The whole point is Booth rubbin' one out. Ha. Pretty words or not, it's still a porny excuse for a plot.
If the monster truck rally outside decides to move their show elsewhere, I think I should be able to finish the story & post it tonight. Then I'll get back to my longer fic. And look for work & go to the store & attend an ACA meeting & do important things, bla bla bla. Eventually. At least I'm out of bed for more than a few hours at a time. That's something.
For now, I'll entertain you all with the following:
This mix! It needs to be longer. I love the original song (and oh yes, you'd better believe I know alllll the lyrics & can rap along with them. Haha. I have no shame), and I love Mos Def, and putting them together? YES.
A fave of mine from several years back. Never gets old.
Lastly, ANOTHER old fave. Random fun-filled fact: this was the first song I posted on my MySpace profile, many, many moons ago. Back when I still actively used MySpace, i.e. when dinosaurs walked the Earth. Hee.
Which reminds me:
Heh.
For my Vid of the Day, I'd like to share this lovely tribute to River (by Mq112358) that I found the other day while wasting time on YouTube. As I've said before, she's the newest addition to my list of Fave Female Characters, and I just wish the show had gone on longer so I could see more of her. This vid uses a song that I adore as well, so it gets extra points for that.
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Unsolicited Medical Advice
If you are feeling extra gassy/bloated, I have found that the following things help me when I feel that way:
1. Baking soda/water combo. The directions are on the box of baking soda, and it seriously works. You may just have to burp it out. Or fart it out. But it gets the gas pockets down. Plus, it's a base! It'll neutralize the acid in your stomach. (I also use it when I get heartburn.)
2. Eating an orange. I don't know why this works, but it does. Also, I haven't done eaten an orange in a long time for that purpose.
3. Mint tea. Jasmine made me some when I visited her and thought my stomach was going to die.
Ooh, natural remedies. Fancy.
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Oranges are acidic! You = crazy. I would rather go with papaya or mango or pineapple (for the enzymes).
Honestly, when I get like this, I already know how to ride it out. It doesn't matter how many things I try. I still end up barfing & in pain. When it flares up this bad, it's just like defcon 1 and I have to let it do its thing.
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Anyway, I know you've dealt with it for a long time, and I figured you knew how to handle it, but see? I totally taught you something new re: baking soda. Baking soda is the base ingredient in Tums and Alka-Seltzer, you know.
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Heh. That you did. Touche!
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Just so you know, I'm sitting here with my pompoms, ready to cheer for your PWP project - it's a truly noble endeavor to work on alleviating the woeful lack of Bones PWP! *nods sagely*
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Just so you know, I'm sitting here with my pompoms, ready to cheer for your PWP project
Hee! I'm working on it right now. I'd really like to finish it before going to bed tonight. We shall see!