...and thanks for all the fish. Oh wait a minute, wrong story.

If you haven't read this post in Quatre's journal, you may want to go there first.

Like Heero and Tro and well, Hell, everyone involved, there's so much to say and I lack the eloquence to say it. I can jump up and down and yell "Me too! Me too!" but that's not enough to express how much fun this has been for me, how much I've enjoyed the company I've been in, and how much I wish that I was up to the task of continuing.

There's more of the story and I will try to muse on it when I can. It'll most likely be in the host's journal, but I'll keep this one up. Although life has packed me up and moved me on, it's hard to say goodbye.

Thank you all. For the fish and for everything else. *wink*

Current Mood: contemplative

As the resident red-blooded American boy, I hope that everyone who celebrates enjoyed Independence Day.

Current Mood: sated

Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I'll reply and give more details later, but let me just say it's good to be king.

*smirks*

Current Mood: satisfied

( [Private Entry] Implications )

Happy birthday, Wufei!

So when you coming back? The dj at Hustles was asking after you. *smirk*

Current Mood: chipper

Just call me "Orion Slave Boy."

When is this supposed to wash off?

Current Mood: green

( [Fic] (2+1) First of April )

Current Mood: amused

*grumbles* I love my work, but I wish it'd stop kicking my ass.

Oh well. At least I can rest assured that this St. Patrick's Day, when one of us passes out on the couch, we won't have to drive across town to take a shower.

*wanders off, whistling "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing"*

Current Mood: busy

( [Fic]  (2x1) Monday Morning on the River )

Ah, the sweet smell of testosterone in the air.

Q and I are at the Barrett-Jackson auction down in Arizona. I'm glad I conned him into making the trip with me and Marty, although Tro may not thank me for the saliva deficiency Q's going home with. I swear, I don't think I've seen him drool this much since Mardi Gras last year. *grins*

Bareett-Jackson's been auctioning cars for over two hundred years now and the event in Arizona is almost, well, a holy pilgrimage for gear heads. There's beautiful metal here and it makes me wish that I had the money to spend. It's a good place to eye-up the competition and compare styles. Almost makes me want to give up the engineering gig and go full-time to restoration...

This year the garage has two cars in the auction, a 157 Ford Velocity with a full, off-frame restoration and a clone of a 1959 Austin-Healy BN-6 roadster. We've been trying to establish our name in restoring and cloning muscle cars and roadsters, so this will help make or break our reputation. Both cars go today. I suppose the way that worked out isn't going to be the best money-wise, but I don't think Marty's in this for the money. She and I agree that cars are made to be loved, and love means being driven. I'm tired of seeing these sweet cars that do nothing but sit inside heated garages. *snorts* Have these people no soul?

Soul or not, the people here have money to burn. At least I can write off what I've bought as a business expense. I wonder what Q's excuse is going to be...*slides him a sly grin*

Current Mood: enthralled