sorry about your guitar

The only thing stopping this from being the best weekend ever was the lack of Michael Rosenbaum jumping out of a cake.

( Thursday, in which I do nothing of importance )

( Friday, in which, despite Sue's insistence, Chambord and Schaumburg are not the same and neither is around the corner from Chicago and I have threesome wine )

( Saturday, in which Samantha Ferris keeps trying to steal all my straight (TM by Femme, bastardization/paraphrase by me), Fred Lehne makes me go stupid in the brain and Nick Brendon's got on a bitchin' pink tie )

( Sunday, in which I find that even in the face of tall men in dubious shirts, my sarcasm button has no off switch )

( Monday, in which M'Lynn can jog to Texas and back, but her daughter can't. She never could. )

( Today, in which I am shagged out )

Had a coupla tags for this, but I was too embroiled in icon making *cough*being lazy*cough* that I didn't do it. But, as I am a rice pudding enabler, entrenous88 is a meme enabler.

Post a list of your top five favorite fics you've written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.

( My Favorite Fics of Mine )

Untitled RPS
Pairing: Nicholas Brendon/James Marsters
Rating: um, hard R? Not quite NC-17
Summary: Remember the 'Normal Again' dailies? Yeah, well, same day of shooting just... later.
Disclaimer: This never really happened (at least I don't think it did) I'm a wrong individual. My apologies.
Beta: kyrieane

( There’s crash as the trailer door is flung open and James wants to laugh at the look on his visitor’s face as it rebounds and shuts itself, but even with just a glimpse he knows he’s never seen Nick so angry He gets up and opens the door, staring at the man who is now scuffing his Birkenstock into the asphalt of the lot with embarrassment. )