Happy Fourth! And now....a question...

Hello. Yes, another ficless update! Aren't i cool.

Anyway - Cat and i were talking and Cat was wondering something and now i'm wondering it so...

If you are from the UK, is there some lingering...national sentiment that sure, they've got James Marsters and Supernatural and 31 Flavors but...that should all be *ours! ours!!* those rat bastards?

I personally cannot conceive of such a thing but...does such a sentiment exist anywhere? When Bollywood tosses out hottie singing guys in eyeliner and chicks who are just so curvey and perfect is there a smoldering *grrrrr* anywhere?

Idle curiousity, folks. I think the answers are gonna be fun. If i get any.

And hey - now's your chance to tell me *every tiny thing* about America that bugs the crap out of you!

*just for the record, i despise The Shrub*
*so you'll be preachin' to the choir on *that* subject*

In other news? Deadwood!!!
OMFGILUFFIT!!!
*smoooches killerweasel*

Drowning Not Waving *s/x 1/15* 'Fireworks over Oxnard'

Yes! Two entries in one day! reremouse and i have been working on this for a while, and now it's finally in ready-to-post shape.

Please read the summary/warning...we're not kidding!
*bounce*


Warnings: This is a story in which Xander's not being the best he can be. It's human horror. Dare we say it ?- it's dark. There's sex and drugs and addiction, cowardice, the porn industry and people behaving badly, blind eyes and Xander exploitation and enabling, good intentions, funny moments, a chip and a baby. And almost everybody lives happily ever after.


Fireworks over Oxnard.