East Coast Gazette

Apparently, it turns out, if you cuss at an entire geographic area for long periods of time, it works!  I never knew!  It didn’t work in Seattle!  Huh!

Anyway, Williamsburg is forgiven.  (Every other neighborhood is still on my list.)

In conclusion: I now have housing!  I’m so excited!  I’m probably not even living with an ax murderer!

Now, and more importantly: who wants to meet for drinks the weekend of Sept. 8th?

Love, Pru.

I am still homeless and I am pissed.  I chose you over Chicago — CHICAGO! — for professional advancement reasons and now I wish I had said, “Fuck that.  I’m just going to sit and let Wrigley fall down all up on my head and start working for a BAKERY afterward,” the way I should have from the beginning.  Everybody on your craigslist is a derogatory term for female reproductive organs.  GIVE ME A FUCKING APARTMENT.

No love, Pru.

PS, to fandom: you guys are…uh, weirdly into this girl!John thing, aren’t you?

Title: Lustrous, pt 2/?
Rating: R
Summary: Tin is a lustrous gray.

See the first part here.

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Title: Lustrous
Rating: R
Summary: Tin is a lustrous gray.

(Obvs. this is a continuation of the shenanigans kicked off here.)

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So this snapshot (slash future WIP) is precipitated from this conversation which was a response to this  evil, tempting post from Jenn.   It’s important to know that I, as a writer, cannot resist (a) genderfuck (b) babies or (c) a good dare.  So when you bring up girl!John AU, and then you throw in babies, I am not a strong enough person.  In conclusion, this is totally not my fault.

PS, it is like, 11 a.m. in Seattle and I am drinking Bloody Mary’s and packing, watching the season two Top Chef marathon.  It is what we like to call “money.”  (PPS, I still hate Marcel.  His hair — it’s just.  John Sheppard is dying a little bit inside and he doesn’t even know why.)

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I’m actually semi-serious.

While I know that this place is likely six bajillion miles away — isn’t it adorable?

So today, one of my Shameful Places To Acquire Gayish Anime Pics had a SPASM of man-marriages. FOLKS I AM HERE TO SHARE THAT JOY. You know you’ve missed it — it’s the art of the ARTDUUUUUUMP!

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Ladies and gentlemen of the audience, I’ll be making my way up to the Big Apple around September 10ish.  No, I still don’t have a place to live.  Yes, I’m going kind of crazycakes.

So. There is an indistinct possibility I might be returning to the Big Apple on a semi-permanent semi-temporary basis (I hate this post-graduation wandering finding myself finding a job bullshit), and I am going to go ahead and put this out there — I am going to need someplace to live. If anybody has any leads, please let me know. There’s a chance I might be jumping the gun on this one way or the other, but having experienced the unbridled panic of being one week shy of New York and not really have a place to live, I figured early is better than late and panicking. Feel free to catch me on email at rageprufrock at gmail dot com or via any other means you feel comfortable with — that’s right fandom: I never want a laptop, I just always want help with REAL ESTATE.  (If you’re seeing this post twice, all that means is that you have me on RSS as well as still on your flist.   Don’t hate me because I’m desperate.)

MY HEART IS BROKEN.  How could this BE?  I had such HIGH HOPES for their GENETICALLY PERFECT OFFSPRING.

Also, my God, folks, who else is totally psyched about the House M.D. and Bones premieres coming up Sept. 25th?  I am in fact so psyched I may be reverting to my stoked-related blindness, which while sad is totally on the level.  And if you aren’t already psyched, get a load of these awesometastic promo shots from the upcoming season of House (note the teddy bear wearing a freaking stethoscope — my God, so cute) and these encyclopedic general season three spoilers for Bones.

And also, dude, I should really get back to writing my freaking House fic, yo.