Bits and Pieces of Stuff

[anogete]

I have absolutely nothing to say. I'm not even sure why I'm updating when there isn't much to relate.

My extreme dislike of Albuquerque on Friday has faded to a desire to live elsewhere, but a general lack of motivation to make any sort of plan. Jason probably thinks I'm have a quarter life crisis. When I was younger, I thought that I wanted to live in a big city. Now that I live in a big city, I want to live in the country. I want SPACE! I want a freakin' yard, actually. A big one. This apartment-living is making me claustrophobic.

Jason's sister is a complete fuck-up. She's drinking again. The last time I saw her, she looked like shit while she was feeding the baby. I would assume that hangovers and two-month-old babies don't go well together. Jason's mother is caring for the baby most of the time while Caricia avoids life and drinks with her "friends". The baby is being shuffled between the ex-boyfriend's apartment and her mother's house. The ex-boyfriend is acting like this is some silly high school situation. He continues to call Caricia and tell her that he hates her and that she's a bitch. It's all fairly ridiculous to me. I feel bad for the baby, but there's nothing I can do. I am ill-equiped to care for a child. Birth control, you are my friend.

I'm still burned out on work. I don't want to be here, and I get annoyed quite easily. I suspect this is simply a phase brought on by the instability of the office recently. Both our receptionists have returned, but I think one of the owners is on his way out the door. He's been extremely negligent with his own financial matters, and it has begun to impact the company in negative ways. I've seen some legal bills lately. It looks like Owner B is planning on kicking Owner A out and bringing in another partner. Interesting...

There was a undercover police officer sitting in our parking lot last night when I went to bed at 1am. I have no idea why. Perhaps one of the shady individuals a couple buildings away is being watched. I wouldn't doubt it.

I've scheduled my day in such a way that I can escape the office for the majority of the afternoon. I need to run a couple personal errands, walk Ferguson, eat lunch, shop for office supplies, pay the company credit card bill, and stop by the post office for work. This should keep me away for a good three hours, if not more. I'd like to avoid returning before 3pm.

I read the funniest Snape/Hermione fic last night. Like Sand Through the Hourglass by Southern_Witch_69 can be found on several archives, but I linked Petulant Poetess because it doesn't get the props it deserves as a quality HP archive. Southern is also a moderator there. Anyway, it's a bit of a parody on some of the silly Snape/Hermione fics out there. Hermione finds a badly-written fanfiction while working at Hogwarts as a professor. Snape notices that his name is in the story, so they decide to read it together before showing it to Dumbledore and demanding the perpetrator be punished. The italic text is the story they are reading.

"I promise that I’ll never leave you.” Her voice was nearly breathless with anticipation as her fingers began to work on the first of his hundred buttons on his frock coat. “I swear that I never thought I could find again what I’ve found with you. I didn’t believe that I was worthy of your love, Hermione. I thought that I was too old, too horrible, and had done too many crimes in my past to ever deserve someone as pure as you. You’re as pure as a snowy little dove flying about in the misty, sacred clouds that hover over holy grounds. And to think that you love me…” His eyes misted over. “What rubbish!” Severus roared. “The day that I get teary-eyed over getting a piece of... over something like this, hell will have frozen over. I’ve never been what one would call sentimental. Nor would I—” “Shh!” Hermione said, trying to ignore him and looking back to the parchment. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that she was enjoying that tripe! “I’ve had enough of these buttons, my love,” Hermione said eagerly, brandishing her wand. She yelled out, “Closegetoffofus!” All of their clothes—except her knickers—quickly left their bodies, leaving them to bare their fruits to the other. “Goddess,” he said quietly. He felt the lurch of anticipation in his thick, throbbing pole of man meat and knew he wouldn’t last long if this carried on. He sat on the ground at her feet and began pulling her sopping knickers down slowly, enjoying their great drenching wetness, as he knew that it meant she was hot and ready for him. “Disgusting!” Hermione said. “My knickers would never be drenched or sopping. It sounds unclean!” She put her hands over her face. “Did I just say that out loud?” Snape knew this wouldn’t be the time to tease her. In fact, he wanted to learn more about this encounter. “Sorry,” he said, lying, “I was distracted and heard nothing. What was that?” He was happy that she chose not to look at him, simply waving him off, because he wouldn’t have been able to keep his face straight otherwise. After passing his long, large, bulky, hooked nose over the knickers a few times, he pulled Hermione down to him and kissed her fervently, flipping them over so that he could be on top. “It’s so frighteningly big, Severus. However will that fit in me?” Pouncing on her lips again, he ignored her question. He broke the kiss and asked, “May I touch between your posterior vulva junction and your anus?” Without waiting for a reply, his hand slid down to pinch at her perineum, hoping she didn’t mind his odd fetish, but he certainly enjoyed when a woman placed her fingernails there on him. She cried out in sudden orgasm. Feeling smug, he positioned the glistening head of his ready member at the opening of her canal and looked at her in askance. She nodded to him, and he buried his sword to the hilt, stabbing her deeply and swiftly. However, he hadn’t planned on the tightness that he met halfway in… in the form of a hymen, nor the blood that his stab had conjured. “You’re a virgin!” he said in shock. “Yes, is that all right?” she asked, afraid he’d not want her. “Oh, yes! I am your first. I’ll be your last!” He began moaning and grunting as he pumped speedily into her like a jackhammer set on high, vibrating her body with the hum of his repeated manly thrusts into her slick folds. “It feels so great. I can feel you hitting my cervix!” she cried out. “Even my uterus!” “Wow, you’re velvet walls are so tight.” “Yes.” “Yes.” “Oh, I’m coming.” “Right. Me too.” Together they found heaven and waved at the small angels who were smiling at them knowingly. Neither had been prepared for the bliss awaiting them. “I...” Hermione shrugged, not knowing what to say. “On the school grounds,” he agreed, shaking his head in mock horror. As a student, he’d made use of the gardens once, but she need not know about it. “Jackhammer?” A grin spread on her lips. “Manly thrusts and all that,” he said, hoping to soothe their embarrassment.

Comments

[yuki-buffy.livejournal.com]

that almost makes me want to read HP fiction...maybe i'll make an exception and read the fic.

[bleedtoblue.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry about Jason's sister. Poor baby. What a miserable thing.

*Hugs you*

[neriah.livejournal.com]

Wanna come to Red Wing? We could be Vegans together.

[frolickingsheep.livejournal.com]

i think i'm going to read that hp fic! never read one before, a new experience :)

i've spent the last eighteen years wanting to live in the city, and now that i do, i feel drawn back to the countryside. like you said, space and a yard! i'm still enjoying the city and i still prefer living here but i'm not so sure it's where i want to live out all of my days anymore.