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Tuesday, August 30th, 2005
7:20 pm	Ok.. 5 Minute Miracle. Whee! ____ "Eric!" Calleigh Duquesne waved her hands in the air infront of Eric Delko, her boyfriend, in attemps to get his attention. He was playing his beloved X-Box. She'd tried everything to get him off, burning his latest copy of Play Boy was no avail, she'd throw all the pillows of their bed at him, yet no dice. Next she even tried putting on her sexiest lingerie, and he hadn't given a sencond glance, or a first glance for that matter. How could men get so invloved in a gaming console, especial when their partner was in the mood, standing over them in practically nothing? "Eric." She was losing patience. Calleigh knew Eric loved her, but sometimes, she could swear on her grandmother's grave, that he payed more attention to the X-Box than her. With fists clenched she walked over to the outlet where the X-Box was plugged in, and with on swift motion, she yanked the power cord out of the wall, drawing a surprised gasp from Eric, followed by somewhat of an angered pout. "Calleigh!" He shouted in protest, "Kreia, Atton and I were just in the middle of trying to free Queen Talia from Vaklu's men! Damnit! I haven't even saved it since Freedon Nadd's Tomb!" Calleigh rolled her eyes. Why..? Why was he so absorbed in a Star Wars game of all things! Calleigh held the X-Box by it's power cord, much to Eric's chagrin. "Babe, I love you, but what the hell are you doing to my X-Box?" He asked, his coffee colored eyes begging for a reson as to why his console was being treated Oh-So unfairly. "And why are you wearing..?" "Eric." Calleigh said through clenched teeth. "I have been in the mood ALL night. And you have failed to notice. Ever since you've gotten this God forasken machine," She pulled on the power cord causing the X-Box to wiggle in mid-air, gravity also working to sperate the end of the power cord from the X-Box itself, Calleigh continued,"You haven't noticed anything I've said to you. Now, Do you want the X-Box, or me?" Eric averted his gaze back to the X-Box, then back to Calleigh, then the X-Box again. "But..what did the X-Box ever do to you?" "Eric!" Calleigh whined. "Just pick one! Me or the X-box- Because there is no way in hell I'm competing with an Elctronical device!" She shouted. "And it must be pretty fucking hard to believe that just 5 minutes ago I was in the mood!" He shrigged. "Well..." "Just shut up. Ok?" "But..." "Are you going to give me an answer?" "You told me to-" "Eric!" "Alright!" Eric shouted. "I choose you! Now will you please let go of my X-Box!?" Calleigh smirked and let the X-Box drop with a thud. "Now... Take me to the bedroom. I want to fuck." She licked her lips. Eric's eyes lit up. She hadn't *completly* destroyed his X-Box, she'd gotten over her screaming fit, and now she still wanted to fuck. This night turned out better than he imagined. Eric wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass making her squeal. "Let's go." He whispered into her ear. Calleigh jumped onto him and they both fell onto the couch, which you can be garunteed was no longer used for a bench seat for gaming. --- Sorry it's not porn. :pout: And I don't have an excuse this time. :sigh: Current Mood: excited Current Music: Shut Up- Black Eyed Peas (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 14th, 2005
1:55 pm	Great. Another joyous freaking day. Well. Now is time for a complaint. I was sleeping so wonderfully then Mom and Dad started arguing and it didn't end for God knows how many hours. Wait--- I gotta go.. great, now I have stay in a CAR with these people! UGH!!!!! (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 6th, 2005
4:02 pm	Rain.. come and go away damnit! Growl. That last storm ripped half the freaking shingles off our roof.. I hope it doesn't rain 'cause the patch that is missing is over the living room, the laundry room and my room!! And believe it or not- it's a law in AZ that real houses have to have that plastic stuff under it, but not mobile homes. So yeah, the next time the clouds decide to piss real hard on my house, it's not going to be pretty. Egh.. 'nuff about leaky roofing. Let's talk about.. Oh yeah. I pulled out a tape last night the has a recording of me and Ashley's reponse to Brenda's letter. OMG we sounded so young.. it's weird. I think I was ten, she might have been 13 or 14.. not quite sure there. But what made me remember fun times the most is when she called Danielle a 'general butthole'. lmao. She always used to call people that when they were acting impossible. And I also got to the part of the tape where I said 'bloody crotch' we were both laughing are heads off then Ashley finally mustered out 'Ok.. that.. was just.. wrong' and we were still laughing afterward...We were *so* weird. That tape made me remember alot. Made me sad alot. I miss that crew, man. Brenda, Jesse, Carlos, Monica, Lisa, TJ, Charlie, Harley, Missy, Michael, Andy, Robert heh maybe even that pervert Barrett. I miss having a life. *pout* That also made me go crazy looking for those pictures of Brenda and all. I have no freaking idea where I put them.. I need to find them. I'm such a retard, I should have put them in my photo album ASAP when I got it. Dangit... I need to find those pictures. They prolly got misplaced when that fire happened. DUDE! Mike/Nick is over here.. He says my soul smells like Pizza. Lauren wanted to know why he was smelling my soul in the first place. He said it was inevitable? Yeah. He's weird. James Bond hasn't called me lately.. I haven't talked to him in a while. Nor Ashley. Dude she's prolly 18 or 19 now. It's been two years since I've called her. That's weird. I miss her company. I miss James Bond, too. :D And dude.. I haven't talked to James David, Dawne and Bill in a year! I miss them, too. <3 Egh... Now Aaron and Nick wanna go see Charlie and the Chocolate factory. Now Nick is threatening to sing the Oopah Loopah song. Ew. Oh my.. Aroogah. Holy shit.. Aroogah? I'm so on purple. :lol: Or just demented. Oh.. and Lauren said Omar got fired from the Fast Stop. :lol: I dodn't remember why, tho. Prolly making out with someone. Heh. AND LAUREN SAYS CARTH IS UGLY! But Nick says he isn't so :-P And... *yawn* I stayed up till 4 freaking am o'clock to find those picture. Dang. they have to be somewhere!!! I wanna play KotOR II... I'm going through withdraws without my Atton fill.. *sob* He;s so hot.. And Kazzy is seeing Nightwish in concert! I wanna go!!! And my Dad is dissing my music. Everything. Nightwish, my punk rock, my rock, my hip-hop, it's ticking me off. Gr. AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS COMING TO TOWN AND I CAN'T GO! *sob* Ok.. I better goo.. that's enough chat for the day. Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Kuolema Tekke Taiteilijan- Nightwish (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 22nd, 2005
7:45 pm	Story A/N and inspirations: If you want inspiration, read my last entry. Jazzy, Jayne, Drkate- you all helped too. So, I got bored. And I'm in a blastoid mood. Plus KotOR II was stalling up. And Lauren wasn't answering the phone, she is obviously in Tucson or at Calleigh's and Jess'. So, voila. Oh- it doesn't have a tittle so if you come up with a good one, lemme know, kk? Calleigh Duquesne and Eric Delko sat in the front seats or the MDPD Crime Lab Hummer as the air conditioning unit fanned out the heat from the vehicle. Both investigators had been off duty for several hours- looking for a reason not to take the Hummer back to it's rightful space at the Crime Lab. Eric flipped on the radio as they cruised the desolate streets of downtown, at almost 12 a.m. the business district was like a ghost town, leaving perfect space fore druggies to make deals, teenagers to make out, or the homeless to sleep. Calleigh had just finished stuffing a McDonald's french-fry in her mouth when Sisco's Discovery Channel thumped through the speakers. It's infectious beat pulsed through the vehicle and it started to rap. Calleigh choked on her fries as she heard it. Her secret was that song always got her in the mood. Not just *the* mood, it made her God-damned horny. Eric chuckled as he saw the strange look on her face. "This song is so 90's. You've heard it before?" He assumed- the look on her face totally gave it away. he was just asking to get on her nerves. Calleigh managed to swallow the fry. After taking a sip of her coke she finally answered him. "Yeah. It's so.. 90's. Right." She could feel herself blushing. Eric chuckled more at her nervousness. "I take it there's something you're not telling." Calleigh forced herself to laugh. She didn't think it was to funny. After all, she was in a vehicle, with a song playing that turned her on, with the very man she had a head over feet crush on. She wouldn't give up her secret without a fight. Eric pulled off in a parking garage in the heart of downtown. Where he could enjoy his meal without having to worry about driving- just as Discovery Channel was being replaced by The Thong Song. Calleigh rolled her eyes and groaned inwardly. This was the second song that turned her on. "What the hell is with all the Sisco songs tonight?!" She complained- not meaning to shout. "Ouch. I take it has something to do with Sisco." Eric's chuckle turned into a Cheshire grin. "Besides, it's just one of those blockparty songs. You know, where they play multiple song by o-" She waved him off. "I know already!" Calleigh poked him in the ribs. "And not, it has nothing to do with Sisco or his songs." She puffed childishly. "They why are you turning the color of the interior?" Eric countered, still amused by her discomfort. Calleigh briefly glanced around at the wine colored interior. Could she really be blushing that much? Maybe that beer that she had at Mad's Bar and Grill did more than she expected at first. So much for being a lightweight. "Alright! I give in. Yes. It's the song." Eric knitted his eyebrows, "What about the song." Calleigh was sure she turned the color of the interior. "It.. it turns me on, Ok? Happy now?" Eric burst out laughing. The bullet girl, turned on by a Sisco song? No way. "You're kidding right? Is there someway I could take advantage of this situtation.? She bit her lip and punched him in the arm. "Oh you would just love that, wouldn't you?" The song was eating at her- making her go crazy- and Eric, being his sexy self wasn't helping her urges. She tried to avoid his gaze. It was inevitable. That one look, exchanged between brown eyes and green, was all it took, and they were making out like two sex-crazed teenagers. Clothes was thrown about, drinks were spilled. The Hummer rocked. "Eric..." Calleigh sat up, breathing heavily, "Horatio wouldn't appreciate us having sex in his Hummer." She was gasping for breath. "Who gives a fuck?" Eric said kissing her collar bone rabidly, also trying to unclasp her bra. "He isn't here to find out." He still couldn't get her bra off. "Good point." She moved in for another wild kiss. Calleigh glanced around after another horny kiss, both of them were naked- exept for her bra. "Eric." She rolled her eyes. He couldn't get the bra off. He gave her an exasperated look. She giggle. "The clasp is the the front, not the back, big boy." Eric had an idiotic look on his face. "I though you were experianced!" She grinned even more, paying him back for her past discomfort. "I am! But this is the first bra that I've seen that opens from the front!" he defended sheepishly. Calleigh spared him another eye roll. She let him unclasp the bra- correctly this time. The the front popped open, exposing her breasts. "Now where were we?" He asked, gazing at her chest lustfully. "Here." They tumbled into the backseat where she was untop of him, much to the chagrin of Eric, who much preferred to be ontop than on bottom. Calleigh scraped her pelvis against his, not yet letting him come into her. She figured he deserved it, after all, he was thinking with his cock and not his mind. Which was rather hypocritical to think, because she was thinking the same way and she didn't even have a cock. "Calleigh.. Don't tease me, please." He pleaded, feeling half pleasured and half frustrated. Damn it, she just had to be competitiive during sex, too. "Tell me you want it." She hissed akknowledging his plea, in between kisses, straddling him wildly, causing the Hummer to rock even more. Eric smirked- she was so devious. He tried hiding his frustration. "Tell me you want it!" She hissed once more, picking up the pace. Eric was weakening. And fast. "Tell me, damn it!" Eric broke. "I want it!" He yelled. Calleigh flicked on a satisfied grin, and rolled over onto the floor in front of the backseats, where she let Eric perform on top of her. Hopefully Horatio would never find out, God forbid anyone take a crime light to the dark red interior. Sorry if there is too many spelling errors. I didn't have much time to write- let alone for porn. I'll edit them tomarrow. But that was the best I could do for now. I hope y'all liked it! Current Mood: bouncy Current Music: 3 Doors Down- Changes (1 Comment |Comment on this)
7:08 pm	Wooooo! Good mood and a story! Wheee! Jame Bond aka Albert gave me another call at around 6 and guess what? He let me talk to April and Grandma! <3333 That made my day! And they moved again- apparently Grandma didn't like living near the highway so they are renting a house by the Baptist church for 200$ a month! She also said she made 500$ selling her little creations- which makes me wonder if Lawrence threw out some of the boxes with crap loads of stuff. No word to if they still have the Matrix. I hope they do. I'd hate to be stuck in that town without a ride. Here's to hoping Chrissy got her Oldsmobile fixed. Heh. And I assume Tim is living with Selena in Wagon Mound... I'm also assuming April and Robert broke up. Something did bother me, though. When I asked April how everyone was, she said they were OK but something's bothering her. I guess it might be that Grandpa's BD would have been this week. Ugh.. Life sucks- no wait- Death sucks. I mean God, hasn't this family been through enough? Eh.. Bad vibes... moving onto story... Oh God- I forgot to mention something- Albert said he would marry me if he could. But he said since he's old he can't. So he said we're just friends. Damn srtaight- lol- Lawrence and Alfred would kill his ass if they found out. :D Anyhoo, as a contribution to my good mood I will write a story. Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: Uhmmmm Nightwish,, again... (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 21st, 2005
8:14 pm	Guess what? Dude, Albert Cruz called me today!!! YaY! It was such a surprise. He said April gave him my #. Aw... He makes me so happy. I miss him. Badly. It was great to hear his voice. He called me twice. he says I have a pretty voice. Yeah right. He says I'm pretty to go right along with it. I'll elaborate more tomarrow. Current Mood: happy Current Music: 3 Doors Down- Dangerous Game (Comment on this)
Monday, July 18th, 2005
2:03 pm	*yawn* Well. I got some catching up to do here. Oh Yeah. Let's start with the 4th. I went to Kathy's. I had fun. We swam. Chadd was gona let me play Fable on his X-Box, but that never happened. How sad. Jake brought a hot dog into the pool. He also threatend to "hit people with his weanie" if we didn't stop acting retarded like. Of course, that didn't work out either. He ate it. He also put a melon rind into Dilon's pants. Poor baby. He probably had to idea. Ok... Uhmm... What else... Not much. Oh yeah. It's hell outside. 116 was yesterday's temp. Yuck. It's suppose to be 117 today. Bleh bleh bleh. Makes me want to go to Antarctica and crawl into an icy cave with Oopah Loopahs. Lauren sent me an IM. She caught on to "Aroogah" real fast. I knew she would. LoL. But she still thinks Carth is ugly! How retarded! Carth is so hot!!! I'll have to show he atton rand next. He's so fine. So hot. He's like the pixelated version of Flack- only a scoundrel and a Jedi Guardian. :D If I dared to show her Canderous (erm, half naked) she's freak and say he's ugly. But he's not! He's all muscly and hot... He's MANdelorian baby! Infact, 10th Man Down is playing. <3. That is so his song. Wohoo... I'm thinking about a Zelda fic. And KotOR one, too. And maybe an Anakin follow up. Hmph. I'll think about it later. Current Mood: tired Current Music: Nightwish- Phantom of the Opera (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 28th, 2005
3:10 pm	5 Minute Miracle. Calleigh Duquesne always wanted Eric Delko. Who could really blame her? Eric was sexy, sweet and he is always caring. Whenever she would find herself in the same room with him, she held her breath, always hoping that some kind of miracle would take place, where she and Eric could be together. She had dreamed about it for so long. Maybe that day would come. Just maybe. _ three years later _ Calleigh Duquense woke up in Eric Delko's warm, loving arms. They had been married for the past two years. Everthing she had hoped for had come true. She had him. They had each other. Just like in her dreams. --- Sorry it's so short! But it's all I had time for! TTYL Current Mood: excited Current Music: No music today... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005
5:05 pm	Another Story. Again. Plot bunnies, plot bunnies. I have one! Whee! I owe it to Lourdes, too! ------ CSI Aiden Burn and Danny Messer stepped into an active crime scene. Detective Don Flack followed them. They team had gotten a call at 11:37 AM that a neighbor thought he smelled decompositon. So naturally, they investigators went to investigate. The place was a mess, magazines and old newpapers were scattered everywhere, a smashed mirror was in pieces over a large spread of filthy, shaggy, green carpet that looked like it was from the Seventies, and to top it off, there was BigMac wrappers that appeared to be antiques. "Who the hell lived here?" Danny complained, his nose crinkled in disapproval of the scents that filled the air. "According to the Landlord, some guy named Carl Bennings used to use this place as his garbage can. A few officers came here to check it out, but found nothin'. They called us in to check it out," He shrugged,"Just in case." "Well... I smell decomp." Danny pointed out. "Kudos to the genius." Aiden mouthed of sarcastically."You two are wusses. It's isn't nearly as bad as it could be." Aiden rolled her eyes at the two men with her. "C'mon. Let's find the body." "I'll take the bedroom." Danny scampered off into the ajoining room while Aiden walked into the kitchen. "I don't see a body here, Flack. Is this some kinda joke?" She said as she waved her flashlight over the counter tops and into the pantry. Nothing. She found nothing. Flack glanced around paranoid. Looking for anything dangerous that could harm them. "Not that I know of. Like I said we got the call that someone smelled-" Aiden finished his sentence,"Yes, decomp, I know." She sighed, "Let's see if we can pin-point where the smell is coming from." Just then, Danny emerged from the bedroom."There isn't anything in there. Not even a part of a body. You two find anything?" He asked. "Not one thing." Flack sighed. Aiden paced around the room, she stopped suddenly."Wait... I think I know where it's coming from." She walked back into the bedroom. Danny and Don exchanged confused looks and follwed after her. "Aiden, I already searched the bed room. There isn't anything in there." "Danny, I trust you're judgement but bear with me will ya?" Aiden made her way into the bathroom. "Fine. Whatever you say." He said most unwillingly. "Here. It's coming from here." Aiden pointed to the shower floor. There was green water in it. Something was obviously stuck. "Eww" Flack turned away, closing his nose."I so don't want to help now." "Cut your bitching and go get a crow bar. We're gonna open this baby up." Aiden seamed happy that the two men were acting like infants, complaining over a bad smell. "You're serious?" Both Danny and Don said simultaniously. "You reallt think a body is going to be in there?" Flack continued. "No. But it would be courteous of us to get rid of this smell for the neighbors. Don't you think?" "No. Better them then us." "Don." Aiden gave him her warning look. That look always worked on him, and she knew it. "Fine." He whined in return. "I'll go get your effing crow bar." After a few minutes he returned with the crow bar in hand and a disgusted look on his face. "Here. Take it." Aiden smirked at him. "I want you and Danny to pry it up." Danny moaned and Don sighed. It isn't any use resisting. Piece by piece the two had the shower dismantled to where it was safe to get the bottom up. The shower was cheap, the white cocking was worn away so the crow bar was easily able to lift up the crappy plastic floor. "Gross.." Flack winced. Danny was silent, but the look on his face was priceless."See nothing! You made us do this for nothing!" Danny whined. "Not yet. My friend the pipe drill will get into this pipe." This time both men groaned, as Aiden starting sawing away. In no time, she had cut into the pipe, exposing an even fowler smell than they had smelled before. "Here we go, gentlemen." She smirked at both of them, again. Danny took his flashlight out of his kit and shined it into the pipe. The three looked into it. "That's just disgusting." Flack commented. Danny nodded his head, his face still twisted. Aiden had been right. It was in the bottom of the shower, in the pipe to be exact. A dead rat. "How did it get in there?" Flack asked. "This pipe isn't so little, and it's not to big, either. I'm guess this little butthead somehow chewed his way into the pipe, crawled up to near where th drain is, then when Carl or whatever his name is, finally decided to take a shower, this rat drowned. Causing the pipe to clog.." "Well...Who's going to get it out?" Danny looked at Flack and Aiden. Aiden was grinning. "I'll leave that to you two. Because.. I have a date." She picked up her kit and started out the door. "What? Why us?" "Git'er done." She called as she left, mimicking Larry the Cable Guy. "That's just great." Danny muttered under his breath."You do it." "No, you do it." Flack insisted. "I'm not touching that thing." "Wuss." "No..You're the wuss." "We'll flip a quarter." "Heads I win." "Tails I lose.."Flack finished. Don flipped it. Damn it. Tails. "Damn it!" He muttered. "Haha. Loser. Good luck, pansy." Danny exited the room. Flack flipped him off, Danny probably didn't see it. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 21st, 2005
5:40 pm	No Subject... I guess.. Well. I'm back. And sick. Grr. Lauren came over. We saw Anakin turn. She sobbed her eyes out through the whole movie. Moving on, I've come here today to writ ea five minute Ryan and Valera miracle. That's right. Not Eric and Calleigh and not Flack and Aiden. RYAN AND VALERA. ------------------ (Standar disclaimer is inserted here) ------------------ Ryan Wolfe made his way into a popular night club. The New Rage. Music blared, people throwing themselves into each other on the dance floor, and to top it off, porn was being played on the big screen. Unlike the hoards of people in the cramped area, his goal wasn't to party. He was looking for someone. Maxine Valera. Ryan peered toward the bar. There she was, sitting in front of the big sreen. He walked toward her and touched her shoulder. She spun around on her bar stool to face him. "Hi Ryan.." Maxine greeted rather dejectedly. She was sipping on Crown Royal, looking more or less pissed off as she spun back into the position she was in before, facing the screen. "Hey there." Ryan anxiously greeting his friend in return. He wasn't sure how to address her after this afternoon- you could say he got her fired. "What are you doing drinking all alone?" Maxine smirked. "Kicking myself in the ass and feeling sorry for myself. I just managed to screw up my life goals of becoming a CSI." She took another sip, her eyes attached to a porn movie that was playing on screen. Ashley Anders' work- It figured. Ryan was really beating himself up now, he hadn't known she wanted to be a CSI... he should have seen it coming. "I'm sorry... I didn't know." "Not your fault, Ryan." Another sip followed. "Well... How do figure? You told me to get out, I didn't. You started to shove me out, I resisted. You open the folder and told me not to look and I did. So how did I not get you fire." She smirked again. "Not fired, I'm on investigated leave or whatever the crap they call it." "You didn't asnwer my question." Maxine rolled her eyes in return. "Since when did you become so freaking persistant?" "Since Horatio hired me." "Look... I know you came looking for me. Don't deny it." "I'm not going to. I came here to tell you to tell me that I'm at fault for getting you fired." She shot him one of her patented 'What the fuck?' looks. "Are you serious?" Ryan sighed. "Maxine. I really, really like you. I always have. Getting you fired was never a game plan of mine. I had to see the results of the search. It was my curiostiy that got you fired. I just didn't want you want you blame yourself for something I didn't take your word for. There I said it. Happy now?" Another 'what the fuck' look came on her face. "You... wait..You like me?" Ryan looked at his feet. Unsure of whether to get defensive or affirm her question. "Yes. Is that so hard to comprehend?" "No." She almost giggled to spite her current situation. "Because I've always... kind of liked you, too." Ryan grinned at her. "Well... That's something we have in comon." He turned a light shade of red. "C'mon. let's stop playing the blame game and enjoy ourselves. Deal?" She smiled sweetly and held out a hand. Ryan took it. "Deal." He returned her smile. Current Mood: sick Current Music: No song currently... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
3:23 pm	Fic, fic fic and more fic. Heh. Revan was just starting to straddle Carth when Carol said she wanted a five minute E/C miracle. But that's fine. it's my pleasure to write E/C stuff. How I wish I was a good smut writter, plus I gotta post it on Talk CSI files so I have to make it light. Grr. Ok, let's get down to business. - Normal Lunch Break - - Notes: Awesome lyrics by Nightwish Insert normal disclaimer here. - - He felt the temperature rise, 98, 99, and 100. Damn her for making him feel this way. He was on his lunch break, like always. Most would call it casual sex, but he called it lunch. Yeah, you could call it lunch. He chuckled at the though and he jammed a key into the lock anxiously and twisted it to the right, gaining him access inside Calleigh's apartment. *** Welcome home darling Did you miss me? Wish to dwell in dear love? *** She was there, lying seductively on that wine colored couch they always made love on. Her emerald eyes cried out for him to love her once more- for him to touch her like he had the day before, and the day before that. *** Touch my milklike skin Feel the ocean Lick my deepest Hear the starry choir *** The outside world never existed when they were together, making their own music. They never heard the phone ring, they never heard the UPS man knock on the door, they were devoted to each other. Nothing could come seperate them. Not even the clothes they wore. *** Rip off this lace That keeps me imprisoned But beware of the enchantment For my eroticism is oblivion *** The red lace always came off around 11:21, destined to be cast to the ground, day after day. It would never get old. Never. Speedle's unfortunate death taught them to dream like they'll live for ever and live like they'll die tomarrow. They obeyed that, everyday Eric came home for lunch. Why waste it? It's strange how an hour and a half passes so quickly. To bad pure bliss doesn't last for ever. But there will be tomarrow. And the day after. - - Eric scrambled out of Calleigh's apartment at 12:16. Enough time to get back to the lab before Horatio would start to wonder where he was. Most would call it casual sex. He'd call it lunch. Just normal lunch. Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: Nightwish- Sleepwalker (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 8th, 2005
3:15 pm	Another fic. To and From - - - Pairing: E/C implied. Spoilers: 10-7 A/N and inspirations: I wanted to cover the season fnale a bit with my own fic. And FYI I haven't given up on The Pain of Those Left Behind, Im just deciding where to take it, ok? I'm still testing my angst skills so let me know how it turns out. It's also pretty dark. So watch out. Disclaimer: I own nothing. - - - To and From - - - Dear John, I know you're no longer with us on this earth, so I'm writting this letter to place on your grave. In this letter, I will rant and rave and tell you how much I hate you. To tell you what a selfish bastard you've been. So selfish that you killed your self in my lab. It wasn't right. It wasn't right for you to put your gun to my head. I put your kind away for a living. How dare you be so cruel. You only care bout your reputation. Well you know John, reputation doesn't matter anymore. The victims matter. What if they had set that bomb off while you still had that important information? Hundreds of thousands could have died on account of your selfishness. You're such a bastard. I hope you rot in hell. Things have changed since you killed yourself. I no longer work at Miami Dade Crime Lab. Horatio has begged me a thousand times for me to come back. And a thousand times he's failed. He's even sent Alexx, Eric and Ryan to get through to me. Nobody is changing my mind. As long as your drop of blood that so gothically fell upon my coat stays there, I leave. I run away. Running is the coward's way out. I know that. My Father usually accomplished things like that. Running to his acohol trough in the middle of town. I've tried so many years to seperate myself from that lifestyle. It was working. Until you fired that gun into your head. You know, it's funny. Ironic in a sick way. You've tried to comfort me over the years in your lame way when my Dad was causing me grief. And now look who's causing the grief and suffering. You bastard. Eric Delko has tried to ease my pain. It's strange because it's helped and hasn't helped. You know what I mean? I'm most certain I'm in love with him. He's the best man I've ever been around. He's the only one who hasn't caused me pain. He's the only one who wouldn't take no for an answer when I wouldn't come out of my apartment, wasting the days away with Southern Comfort. He's the one that can and will help me recover. He will help me rid your looming shadown over my life. Now as I end this letter, I will bid my good-bye to you once and for all. I will never come to this place again. Never. I'll never look back. I'm stronger than you think I am. Good-bye John Hagen, and good riddance, Calleigh Duquesne. Calleigh finished reading the letter one last time before she would soon set it down on John's grave. The the soft breeze softly whipped her golden hair as she looked into the sunset that gave everything an orange glow. She put the letter in an evelope, and them secured it in two plastic baggies, so it'd be safe from when it rained. She knelt down in front of the grave stone that had "Detective John Hagen, loved Brother and Son." and underneath, "1966- 2005." How lovely. All though it's cruel to think, let alone say, she though at least someone cared. His mother, his brothers. He even had a neice. She shook her head sympathetically. What a waste. She shifted the bag in her hands, and with a final smirk of satisfaton and a feeling of revenge, she set the note next to his grave, with her name written with permanent marker facing towards the sky. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth. It's now time to move on. "Calleigh? Are you ready?" Eric Delko asked cautiously, wanting to give her more space if she needed it. For the first time in months Calleigh Duquesne smiled. "Yes." She nodded. "I am. I'm ready to go." Eric smilled back at her, pulling her into an embrace. "You sure." "Yes." She paused and kissed him. "What was that for?" He asked, shocked. "Thank you." Current Mood: okay Current Music: Nightwish- End Of All Hope (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 4th, 2005
10:00 am	Sigh. Just updating this thingie here. I had to re-subscribe to the F&A fanlisting.... Here's the link: http://www.digital-karma.net/flackburn/ (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
1:31 pm	Nuthing Much Welp... Not much to report.. Beside writting another F/A story.. *Sigh* Mom got a call from Tio Al. He said Grandma and April moved into a trailer opposite of the old one. And he said that he wished we could go to the family reunion. (Yeah... Me too) Tony and Rhonda are getting married during it, too. Ibett just wish Lena would be here to see it. See waited so long for Tony to get out of the pen, and now that he's out she's gone. He also said that the Prelimary Hearing for the Cates trial was the other day. He said that everybody went. He said it was sad- that Lena was already beaten to death when he stabbed her 28 times. Bastard. I hope he gets the death penalty. Lena didn't deserve to die like that. Maybe he shouldn't die though... he's not worth the state's money to put to death. Throw him in prison and let him rot. I should try to write Francine. Send her the pictures I took... Allthough the pictures are kinda sad. I don't know if they will help her or make her more depressed. She's strong. Like Marie, Like Lena. Seriously though, no one can argue with me that 2004 was a bitch. Three deaths. Two in a time span of two weeks. That's sucky. I'll try to change the subject now... I better get on that fanfic now... Current Mood: depressed Current Music: Nightwish- Slaying the Dreamer (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 31st, 2005
2:13 pm	Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude Well. Here am I am again. With a retarded topic.. Again. Heh. Anyhoo... There's nothing going on. A couple days ago we had a wildfire scare (packing crap up in cse we got evacuated) But nothing happened. They put it out. I have to admit, it looked freacking wicked with an ornage glow around the mountain! Shweet! Happy to report no one lost their houses. On the downside, there was a car accident near Farmer's Market. 7 people involved. One death. I hope it's no one we know. *Sigh* Oh, check out my new LJ pic. Morticia Addams is so cool. I love her to death. Moving on, I'm once again writting another Flack and Aiden Mini fic here in my LJ. Sometime I'm gonna make 'Flack and Aiden Mini Fic' my freacking trademark. *Sigh* ________ I Love Him. ________ A/N and inspirations: Yes... Simple Title. So, yeah, Flack loves Aiden and Aiden loves Flack. Written in Aiden's POV. Check it out. Leave me a comment. ________ Somewhere in the midst of chaos, I manage to close my eyes and get away. Among the profanities that are being shouted, and noise of the subway bolting by like a streak of lighting, I find my Heaven. Some people think I'm crazy when I seam to zone out, often saying my name a few times before finally shaking my shoulder gently before I snap out of my day dream. But who can blame me? If you were in love with him, you'd be dreaming all the time for sure. I live for the moments I can trap him between myself and the wall and kiss him better than I had the night before. I swear, no one is luckier than me to have a great guy like Don. He's perfect. From his thick black hair, to his hot ass, and onto his toes. He is all gorgeous. He's also a very loving man. That's new for me. I've never had loving men in my life, until now. He makes me feel safe. He gives me my space when I need to be alone. He knows that I am an indepentdant person that doesn't want to be messed with when I'm feeling bitchy. He's wonderful like that. I'll see him tonight. He's taking me to a Rolling Stones Concert in Times Square, on his new bike. Yeah, the sexy bastard went out and bought a bike. Who would have guessed? Him? A bike? Sheesh! I have to admit, he has guts to drive a cycle in this mad traffic here. I think he bought it to impress me- not that I don't mind the attention. It's cute. Someone is saying my name. It's Don. He shakes my sholder and asks what I'm doing standing alone in the subway station. I tell him I was just thinking. He asks what about. I tell him I love him and that I'm lucky to have him. I love him. I really, truly do. I better snap out of it now. He's ready to go. Till I dream again.... _______ Current Mood: tired Current Music: P.O.D. Let the Music Do the Talking (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 26th, 2005
3:08 pm	The most beautiful part This is the most beautiful part of OOC: Zelda, after Ganondorf has been sealed Thank you, Link... Thanks to you, Ganondorf has been sealed inside the Evil Realm! Thus, peace will once again reign in this world...for a time. All the tragedy that has befallen Hyrule was my doing... I was so young...I could not comprehend the consequences of trying to control the Sacred Realm. I dragged you into it, too. Now it is time for me to make up for my mistakes... You must lay the Master Sword to rest and close the Door of Time... However, by doing this, the road between times will be closed... Link, give the Ocarina to me... As a Sage, I can return you to your original time with it. (gives it, Zelda is sad) When peace returns to Hyrule... It will be time for us to say good-bye... Now, go home, Link. Regain your lost time! Home... where you are supposed to be... the way you are supposed to be... (plays Zelda's Lullaby) Thank you... Link... Good-bye. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 24th, 2005
1:55 pm	Oh yes I don't like my story... Nope... LOL *Sigh* I'm gonna google something... Again... I got a picture of William Peterson's crotch.... Yeah.. I know. It was a banner and I swear I didn't make it! Hehe... I might post some nice pictures here in a minute lol. And I've been typing backward lately!! Grr!! Adnama... Yeah.. I also remember Eloccin. I guess it stuck. *Cackles* ro woh tuoba siht?? hgis. (Comment on this)
Monday, May 23rd, 2005
2:10 pm	She Shed A Tear She Shed A Tear Paring: Mac/Stella Spoilers: What You See Is What You See A/N and inspirations:This story takes place after Mac leave Stella alone in his office to go on a date with miss Rose. Ok.. I don't really know who walked out first, but you get what I mean. (hopefully) This story is written in both Stella's and Rose's POV. And be nice. This is my first attempt at something Mac/Stella. @~~^~~~ She shed a tear when he walked away. He was finally able, to learn to let go, but he didn't walk her way. Oh,Oh,Oh.... If he only knew.... Oh,Oh,Oh.... Her dreams were coming unglued... @~~^~~~ She shed a tear when he walked away. He'd saved her from death, oh yes, but he couldn't love her, oh no, he could never love her. Oh, Oh, Oh.. If he only knew Oh,Oh, Oh..... Her dreams were coming unglued @~~^~~~ She shed a tear, and rolled down her ceek. The place she stood smelled of him. It drove he crazy, about how she loved him so, but maybe, it's wasn't meant to be. @~~^~~~ She shed a tear, and it ran down her cheek.The surrounds about her, remind her of her pain, over her love. Oh how she cared for him, but maybe, it just wasn't meant to be. @~~^~~~ She wiped away her tear, and walked away. Determined, to move on, she'd never look back to this day. Oh, oh, yes, forgive and forget. @~~^~~ She wiped away her tears and walked away. She's tried to move on, to find some other way, to cope. To find someone to love her. But learning to move one is harder than it seams. @~~^~~~ She remembered the tear, she wiped away, earlier that day, when he came back in the room, where he knew he'd find the truth. Oh, Oh, Oh, they found each other before their relationship came unglued. Oh, Oh, Oh, They found their love was due. @~~^~~~ Weeell??? Howsit?? You likey, or no likey?? (Comment on this)
2:04 pm	Whoa Nelly Okie.... I am getting into slash stories!! *gasps* Yes, yes, I know. Scary. But it's hott!! I mean.. After Kazzy showed me that uh... picture of WP... something clicked. Like a hott slash bulb... No I won't go into overkill on it. I'm testing the waters. :-) and so far, me likey. Sam gave me some Clex stuff. I've not bad at all. Cause Lex is like hot! Oh yeah. *sigh* I'll get to some now. BTW I will be making and attemp on a Mac/Stella story later today. Current Mood: tired Current Music: Slaying the Dreamer- Nightwish (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 21st, 2005
9:21 pm	Here's Carol's store in Roy. Here's Springer Lake Tio Al and Aunt Caroline used to take us to the yard to play here at the Colfax County Courthouse. I used to think it was creepy cause there used to be moss covering the left side of the building. And when we'd go there at night, the moss made the building look older. I always imagined a banchee or something to come out LOL but I loved it! Here's the Clegg(Mills) Mansion. The best I've seen it in years. The way that photo was taken, if the photgrapher had walked back some feet he'd be in Grandma's yard. (Comment on this)