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Poll #674160 oh, none of the above
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 66 Imogen Heap sounds like: Life in Auburn: Dad: Whatcha doin', Sara Louise? Me: Writin' porn. Dad: Oooooooh. Yes, so, funnily enough, all of you wanted PORN, pretty much across the board. Bunch of perverts, the lot of you. But it's okay, because my del.icio.us porn bookmarks section was looking a little weak anyway. So now I can fix that. Also, I was up late writing last night, and then I had to go to bed because I had an early interview, but then I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about Justin and ways to get him naked and fourteen, and some of these scenarios work with current WsIP but most of them don't, so I'm just writing *more* porn, and it's like, what am I supposed to title these things? They don't have plots! They're just porn! God, what a pain in the ass. Why is my life so hard? I've decided to write/post these in order of those who have either granted or offered me sexual favors. Whatever, you're just jealous that I have an awesome system and you don't. ( Sugar Me Sweet. Justin/JC. NC-17. )Tags: fic, popslash
feeling:  quixotic
hearing: Closing In - Imogen Heap
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So, it was ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) glendaglamazon's birthday on Monday. Glenda and I had a party on Saturday and a bunch of our friends came, which was cool because I like our friends. We put together N Sync puzzles and talked about porn. At some point I dirty danced with rossetti and hetrez, and that was hot fun. I was wearing my borderline-obscene lowriders, which only stay up because I got back, baby. Also, we drank a lot. Then liz_w and I went to the corner store to buy ice, and some guys called me "Snow Bunny". It was a good party, except now I need to buy more Pepsi. Anyway, here is a story for Glenda. It's a little late, but I feel that's redeemed by the fact that this is actually the porniest story I've ever written, and that's saying something, y'all. That's, seriously. Like whoa. And stuff. I kept reading all these baby JuC fics that stopped before they got to the fucking (hello? people, I have needs), and I was getting annoyed, and I thought, man, I should just write a fic with every wrong thought I've ever had about Justin Timberlake. It would just be totally unrepentant porn with no redeeming social value (although I think turning my own crank is pretty, uh. socially valuable. well, to me). I said as much to Glenda, adding that yeah, I'd feel kinda wrong if I just wrote this all for myself, especially since we'd just been bitching about this very thing, so! You know, what do you get for your very favorite roommate, right? Apparently when you're me the answer is PORN. (But okay, it's me. So there's like, plot. And structure and stuff. And other things that aren't just porn. But yes, it's really mostly that. Although I didn't manage to get in every wrong thought, because seriously that is not really possible for me. There's too damn many.) ( Acquiesce. JC/Justin. NC-17. Underage! )Tags: fic, popslash
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