I am in a very Draco mood. Everything I think is in the voice of Draco. My inner-Draco.
My chest has never been this congested and I have never gone so long without updating my LJ.
Have spent all free time laying, ill. So warm—no, cold—no warm. Also, I have never gone so long without reading a piece of fan fiction. I am going mad, really, truly—the world is no longer whole. There is a giant chunk missing somewhere near Siberia, and I have no clue what I am saying. I would love to draw, but if I sneezed and my picture became snotty I would never forgive myself.
Yet I have been in the mood to draw much of today; since fan fiction in general was on my mind, Mpreg popped into my mind as well. I wanted to draw a pregnant man. That led to me to browse around malepregancy.com. Then I was sidetracked as I always am.
I went on to look up fetal development. The first trimester makes me sad. Don’t ever tell me abortion is all right; I will not listen. The second trimester is the most beautiful. The third trimester is horrifying, as it is so close to the birth. I am happy I do not intend to become pregnant. Ever.
But if the situation ever came about I would find a man and store the little bugger in his abdominal cavity for nine months. I’ll just need some placenta. Don’t look at me that way; I’m quite dizzy.
I never got around to drawing.
I would love to write something smutty right about now. I shall. Wish luck.