Mar. 11th, 2006

bardic_lady: (Default)
Sick. Tired. Useless. Angry. Depressed. Hopeless. Frustrated. Listless. Unmotivated. Stupid. Problematic. Dramatic. Self-indulgent. Difficult. Impossible. Unimportant.

*Reads list. Tries to scramble first letters to make a word. Fails*

Yup, that's me alright.
bardic_lady: (mad orin)
My very first BSG fic, written on a plotbunny from SparkleGirl6979.

Title: First Time for Everything
Author: Viviana
Rating: PG to PG-13 for language
Pairing: none specifically, knowing my biases, pre-Kara/Lee
Spoilers: None. No really. NONE.
Summary: Kara Thrace ends up in a Fleet cell for striking an asshole. The first time.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to Ron Moore and his band of merry people. I wish they were mine.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. All mistakes are my own. MINE, I TELL YOU! MINE!
Feedback: Is like unto gold.

First Time for Everything )
bardic_lady: (lucifer)
BLERGH. Very, very blergh. I think I may be hungry, but I don't think I'm interested enough to get up and find out. I should be finishing off my paper. I'm not though, I'm trying to redesign my journal and not liking anything I come up with. (With which I come up, but that just sounds stilted). Apathy is a terrible terrible thing. I'm sleepy but not tired. I feel the need to break out of this completely bored/lazy/apathetic/grumpy shell, but given that my head hurts everytime I so much as try to sit up, that seems unlikely.
bardic_lady: (couples-wash/zoe)
Three new headers, none of which suit me at the moment, up for grabs:

Heading my way? )

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I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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