a fool's musings

Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write...

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2002-01-03 - 10:05 p.m. Superior? Moi? Take the What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be? Quiz Yet another personality test. Why do I keep taking these? They're ridiculous, and yet addictive. I'm in the middle of copying various cds in the hope of actually, you know, finally *making* one for myself. Basically, I'm avoiding writing for some reason I cannot fathom. Cheers! ~victoria [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-01-03 - 4:41 p.m. George! Take the Which Beatle Are You? Quiz. Okay, that was a surprise. I was sure I'd be Ringo. [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-01-03 - 4:14 p.m. happiness is... Happiness is a glazed donut. I may have said it before, but it bears repeating. Call me Homer. *g* A glazed donut and an iced coffee. Yeah. And some Logan/Rogue foofy smutfic. Which I'm currently working on. I haven't gotten to the smut yet, but here's the set up... Disclaimer: If I owned 'em, Logan and Rogue would spend most issues in bed, nekkid and shagging... Currently untitled... Logan slammed into the bedroom, enraged. "Rogue! Rogue!" he shouted. "What the *hell* is this?" "I'm in the tub, sugar," she called out. "Oh, no," he muttered, "I'm not falling for that one again." He remembered the last time he'd wanted to have a serious discussion with Marie while she was in the bathtub. They'd ended up have very satisfactory sex on the bathroom floor, and he'd never gotten to make his point about her taking unnecessary risks on missions. He smirked at the memory, then reminded himself eh was angry, and he wasn't going to be distracted by sex this time. Raising his voice he said, "Get out here now, Marie. We're going to have a little chat about my American Express bill." After three months of nagging from his girlfriend (not that *he* ever referred to her that way, though Marie constantly introduced him as her boyfriend, which made his chest puff out with pride even as he rolled his eyes), Logan had finally given in to the twenty-first century and signed up for a credit card. And now he was regretting it. Big time. Getting a second card in Marie's name had been a mistake. A huge mistake, considering the amount of money he apparently owed to various stores he'd never even heard of. He heard the water slosh and gritted his teeth again the images of her rising naked from the tub, a dreamy smile on her face as water trickled over her every curve and hollow; he saw himself kneeling before her, using his tongue to dry her. His hands flexed as he imagined cupping her full breasts, and the crinkle of paper reminded him once again that he was angry and he wasn't going to be distracted by her oh-so-ample charms. She opened the bathroom door in a puff of fragrant steam, mint and lemon and Marie, and his already hard cock began aching, but he ignored it, still set on holding onto his anger. "What is it, Logan?" she asked, leaning on the door, wrapped in a short, white towel, her wet hair hanging down her back. He thrust the papers at her with a grunt. "This." "My hands are wet, sugar. Come here and hold it for me." His feet moved before his mind could tell them to stop. He stopped, his flannel clad shoulder brushing her bare one, and inhaled her scent again. She was wet and ready for him, he could tell. The Wolverine inside was rising, insisting on claiming his mate, while the rational part of him still wanted an explanation for this quadruple digit bill. She leaned into him seductively, one finger tapping at her full lower lip. He growled low, knowing she would feel the vibration, and she purred unconsciously in response. "Oh, this." She pointed to a six-hundred-dollar charge from the Hotel Pierre. "Remember New Year's Eve, Logan? The hotel room? Room service? Champagne at midnight?" Remember? God, did he ever. How could he forget? They'd put that magnum of Dom Perignon to some very interesting uses. He nodded and she pointed to the next charge. "This is the leather boots you bought me -- the ones with the heels you like so much?" They were above the knee hooker boots. She never wore them outside the bedroom, but just the thought of her in nothing but the boots was enough to make his temperature rise a little more. "This is the textbooks for your mechanics class. The Professor already reimbursed you." He grunted, so far, it seemed she hadn't been spending money on frivolous things and in fact, he'd been involved in all the purchases. Except... "The New York Stocking Exchange?" She blushed. He was amazed she still had the capacity to blush, after all their time together and all the things they'd done. It was one of her most endearing qualities, that innocence even in the midst of their debaucheries. He noticed her towel was beginning to slip, giving him a great view of her cleavage. "That's your Valentine's Day gift," she said softly. He raised an eyebrow, even as his heart melted. But he wasn't going to show her how easily she could distract him from the business at hand. *** That's it so far. I keep getting interrupted with actual *work*, so I haven't gotten to the smut yet. Sigh. If anyone's got a cutesy title, or any comments/suggestions, feel free to let me know. Oh, and the New York Stocking Exchange - it used to be on the corner of John St. and Broadway, about a block from what's now Ground Zero. This past summer, I spent about $200 on trashy underwear that I have absolutely nowhere to wear and no one to wear it for. Sigh. ~victoria PS: This fic is for Beth, who wanted foof. [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-01-03 - 9:53 a.m. The make believe ran out Sometimes I really hate my commute. Sitting in the tunnel, waiting for the freaking B train or whatever to cross over. It doesn't take 20 damn minutes for the B train to cross in front of the E. Sorry. If it does, it shouldn't. If I ran the world... *g* So this morning's soundtrack got me thinking, as music is wont to do, of my characters, and what songs suit them or sum them up or sketch them in broad strokes. We used to do this all the time on the ngs, but I don't think I've done it for X-Men... Logan - Don't Think Twice (It's All Right) - the Mike Ness version Come on - it's Mike Ness. You gotta love him! And the lyrics are *so* Logan: "I ain't saying you treated me unkind / I coulda done better / but I don't mind / Just kinda wasted my precious time / But don't think twice / it's all right." Rogue - Milk by Garbage "I am lost / so I am cruel / but I'd be love and sweetness / if I had you / I'm waiting / I'm waiting for you / I'm aching / I'm aching for you /... I could use my tears to bring you home" Also, Untouchable Face, of course, and for angsty!Rogue, Feel Me Don't You by Dada [and yes, I've already written fic based on these songs. I write songfic. There. I finally admitted it after 18 months of denial. So sue me.] For Logan/Rogue, I like "As Is" by Ani DiFranco, and also, if you're going to be a little angsty, "Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac. And, totally, "Thunder Road" if it takes them a few years to get their act together. I also like some of the lyrics to Candy's Room for them - roles reverse, with Rogue as the narrator, obviously - "Baby if you wanna be wild, you got a lot to learn / close your eyes let them melt / let them fire / let them burn" Then there's "Need to Destroy" which *demands* an L/R fic be written [and the reason I keep saying "an" is that when I see the abbreviation L/R, I actually say the letters L and R instead of Logan and Rogue, so "an ell" instead of "a Logan..." for those of you wondering. Not that any of you were. But it's my diary, so nyah nyah. *g* Yeah. I'm five.]. Anyhow, "I step out of my skin / I will not be your soft one / I won't be encircled / you might become / something I need / and you must not" Ororo - Secret Garden by Bruce, though I think I'm writing an L/R fic to that tune. *g* "She'll let you in her heart / if you got a hammer and vise / but into her secret garden / don't think twice / you've gone a million miles / how far'd you get? / to the place where you can't remember / and you can't forget? / she'll lead you down the path / there'll be tenderness in the air / she let you in just far enough / to know she's really there..." Ah, that song is so *swoony*. Scott - "What a Good Boy" by Barenaked Ladies. Yeah, I know it's Mikey's theme, and also Bayliss's [god, I love Hate Crimes. What an episode], but it's totally Scott, too - "When I was born / they said "what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy" / when you were born, "they said, "what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl" / we've got the chains / hanging round our necks / people want to strangles us with them / before we take our first breath" - *such* a duty-bound yet fighting it Scott song. Jean - 32 Flavors, of course. *g* Because she *is* that pretty girl that everyone hates. Anyhow, this morning's soundtrack was as follows: It's a Fire by Portishead Dip by THC Col by Morcheeba Here with Me by Dido Colorblind by Counting Crows [a good Rogue/Scott song, actually - "I am covered in skin / no one gets to come in / I am folding and unfolding and unfolded / I am colorblind"] Ever So Lonely/Eyes/Ocean by Sheila Chandra [another good L/R song] Letter to Elise by the Cure [a song I'd use for Buffy/Riley, or, if I had to, Logan/Jean *g*]. Yeah, just a little melancholy, bordering on angsty. Hmm... "Every time I try to pick it up like falling sand / as fast as I pick it up / it runs away through my clutching hands..." ~victoria [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ previous - next DiaryLand Disclaimer: Reading this diary is not required by law. If you do not like or agree with the contents herein, or find them to be offensive on more than one occasion, please go elsewhere and don't come back. Management is not responsible for any adverse reactions to content within. The painting is "Boreas" by John William Waterhouse. Again, not a muse, but I like her. She suits the color scheme. The quote is from Sir Philip Sidney. This site is best viewed with IE4+ | 1024x768 | true color | verdana | tables