Meep! I'm sorry to everyone who is reading this that I haven't been too active in the past week. Life suddenly got really busy for me without warning. I should be able to be much more free this week, though!
Sorry again. I ♥ you all.

[It's Rose's 21st birthday! So she's setting out things in her flat for a nice birthday party--a cake or two, snacks, party food, cola, etc.]

21, eh? Not really a landmark birthday or anything, but it's a good excuse for a party.

Right. What's with the...thinking aloud business?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm a complete nutcase. It must be staying in one place for so long that's doing it to me.
--that's right. I'll blame it on the city. Might as well. It's the city's fault I can't leave. It's almost like an adult telling a kid they can't leave. Or the Doctor telling me no to wander off.[Yes, she's daydreaming] I always wander off, though.

...really, though, I don't think the entire world needs to be exposed to the way I think.

Again.

It didn't work out too well, last time.

[She's remembering the time that she broke curfew now] Announcing that I love the Doctor was a little awkward. Especially since I had a boyfriend at the time.

...I think I'm going to tape my mouth shut.

I could talk through paper! Write notes and things. That'd be loads of fun. Maybe. I should try it sometime. Test it out on Ianto. He'd probably just laugh at me, though.

Still. Could be worse.

I'm bored, so I'm taking drabble/fic requests. I know the Doctor Who fandom best, but I know a few others, so reply, and I'll do my best.

....whoever pushed Little Red Riding Hood through the cat flap? Not funny.

[Oh yes, she's out taking a walk at midnight for no reason at all!]

...should've brought a torch. Oops.

[.............]

Well, I guess we can't even have a week 'round here that's normal.

[Rose is grocery shopping, trying to figure out what she's going to make for dinner]

Spaghetti? Nah, did that two days ago. Curry might be good. Dunno if I have enough curry powder, though....
Roast chicken? That's an idea. Hm.

And rice. Definitely need some rice. And coconut milk. I should stock up on ice cream, too.

[Rose is in the park, running, wearing shorts and a t-shirt that occasionally rides up and shows her belly button, yes, I'm obligated to put that in there. Well, not running, so much as stopping at a water fountain, getting water, and then getting an ice cream cone]

Y'know, I'm still waiting for those endorphins to kick in and make me happy. [Takes a bite of the ice cream] Oh, well. I have ice cream, in the meantime. Ice cream always cheers me up.

[Rose is on a walk, and does a double take when she passes a familiar face]

...hold on. Jake? That you? Wait, that's not really possible, is it? 'specially since Mickey's not standing there with you, and the two of you are inseparable. Mum says that the "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" song describes you perfectly.

[Steps closer, blinking ]

You serious? Go oogle the guys at the pub down the road? You don't even know if there's a pub down the road.
--all right. So there is. Dunno is playing One to Ten is healthy right now, though....no, it's not always--wait. You're not really Jake, anyway. Why am I even having a conversation with you? Er...Jake, where are you--emergency call? In there?

[Despite her better judgement, she starts to follow in into a nearby building]

....this isn't happening. Really.

Because HMDs sometimes take too long to show up, or there's something you don't want other people to see you going off at me about.

So, crit post! To be used if there's anything you want to tell me I'm doing wrong, doing right, and everything inbetween. Also, anything else you want to throw at me. Plot ideas, fic prompts....anything!
And I'd love anything you want to throw at me.

..........

.............[Goes for a clothesline and quickly pulls on someone's shirt]

--again? Jack. It's not funny. And it's cold.

[Rose is sitting on the kitchen counter in Ten's trenchcoat, eating an ice cream cake straight out of the box]

--this cake? Is really good. I don't even care if it was originally a birthday cake decorated with....is that the solar system?
Who cares. It's good.

....huh. I think I just ate Mars. By far the best tasting section of this cake so far.

((Inspired by the fact that Rose's life is fail lately, and when I posted this, according to Facebook, it was emo day :D))

Every single time I try to have a normal relationship, something happens. I think I'm cursed. Gay, eaten by a Snorklax, doesn't like chips, gay decapitated, gay, exploded on by a slitheen and decided it's not worth it, attacked by the Cat Queen of Tralpop.....
Guess I get to add memory loss to that list.

And this time I don't even have Mickey and Jake to cheer me up with a night at the pub and "don't sweat it, love, you're too good for them. And you should get your gaydar checked, because we saw that one coming miles away. Have some more tequila."

...oh, now I miss Mickey and Jake.

On the bright side....there's a rainbow outside.

The Doctor is here. I mean, I know the Doctor was here before (and he's gone now and I'm still moping over that, sorta), but the Doctor. The Doctor. My Doctor.

--well, they're both my Doctor.

But. The Doctor. And I'd never thought I'd see him again. But....well, obviously, I am, since he's here and all, and yeah, I've got the pinstripe blues and all, but...

[Happy sigh]

((YES, SHE'S THAT FLAILY OVER NINE. Feel free to make fun of her.))

[Rose is currently in the finishing stages of building a snowman, adding a scarf and hat, and looking for things for facial features]

....I need a nose. And no, I'm not going to use a carrot.

[Rose is walking the dog and carrying a few shopping bags]

No, no, Fay, don't--the cat--Faaaaaay--

Don't even thing about chasing it. No, don't--

Great. [Starts chasing the dog]

....er.

Definitely not a fan of waking up alone in my bedroom alone, and really only finding Draco, the dog, and my rabbit in the house.
Not that I don't like Draco, the dog, and the rabbit. But you get the picture, yeah?

[Covered with spots of blue paint, Rose is now drinking tea and nibbling on some cookies]

House painting is harder than it looks. Fun, though. Anyway, tea break! I don't think I've sat 'round and had a proper tea time in a while. Might be nice to do someday....