Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in scorchinghell's LiveJournal:

Sunday, February 18th, 2007
8:08 pm	What a Week! Hiya Folks, Crikey, it's been a lifetime and a half since my last post. In case you#re wondering, no my personal journal isn't in a more updated state. Nothing much has been going on lately, well nothing I care to talk about anyway. I have every faith the problem will sort itself out if left ignored. However, I do have a bit of news. I'm cat sitting for the folks at the end of May again. They're off to the volcanic island of Santorini, one of my favourite places. Bastards never offered to take me with them. Not that I would actually go, of course, what with the Starfury con being at the same time. They still could have made the offer. You know what I mean. "Would you like to come with us, darling daughter of ours?" "Not on your life, mate. I'm off to Blackpool to rub shoulders with the cute and the well-endowed." Don't look at me like that! We all know J. August Richard has got a lil something under the hood. Oh yes. I went for an eye appointment last week and had to get a new prescription as the muscle in my right eye has gotten somewhat stronger, but there's a stigmatism in my left which means my angles are off. My housemate, Mark, had a bloody good laugh at that I can tell ya. Hell, I had a good laugh at that. Yup, Scorch's angles are wonky! It'd certainly explain the misjudging of distances between curbs and roads. Now that this updating thing has been done, I gotta hit Word so I can catch up on my fanfic. A lotta work to do, but never mind. I wouldn't do it if I didn't enjoy it. Take care y'all and promise to update more regularly from now on, or as much as my one-day-net lease will allow. Love n Hugs, S xxx (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 4th, 2006
1:02 pm	If You Can't Be Good... Dear Diary! A second update in under ten minutes? My God! It's a personal best. I thank my friend Lea for providing me with a certain line in this fic. Loves you muches Lea and can't wait to see next week! Hugs, S xxx Title: If You Can’t Be Good Author: Scorch Email: Miss_Incognito3@hotmail.com Rating: PG Category: Humour Content: C/A implied Summary: The next in my Confessions series Disclaimer: I own nixies Distribution: AO, Cal’s places (plural!), Lea’s place (plural!) Notes: Heya Ladies, hope you enjoy! ( Read more... ) Current Mood: content Current Music: Under the Boardwalk, Drifters (1 Comment |Comment on this)
12:32 pm	Shades of Grey Dear Diary! Another week or so has gone by before I've had a chance to update. My cousin, Jaime, took one of the dogs out for a walk the other night. The dog ran off, came back two hours later with blood on his mouth and caked in oil. Have no idea where he got to or anything. The main worry was the blood as we didn't know if it was Chopsy's (the white Boxer) or not. Anyway, after a couple of baths, the oil is starting to come out of his fur. My hair is taking a little longer but never mind. That's getting sorted out a week Thursday. I'm so looking forward to getting my hair dyed, even if I will miss the black. My hair is gonna need some serious conditioning, then I'm gonna be praying it doesn't fall out from relief. I managed to pick myself up a copy of Resident Evil 2 and my opinion? It's absolutely fantastic! I love it! Really, really love it! I was a bit dubious when I heard there were no zombies and that it was a first-person shoot-em-up, but my God. It's blown my socks off! It's dragged me back down into my Claire/Leon phase and I couldn't resist writing the below. My first Resident Evil fanfic...! Title: Brush Strokes Fandom: Resident Evil Content: Claire/Leon Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I own nixies. All characters owned by Capcom and author S.D. Perry. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: tired Current Music: Sitting on the Dock, Otis Redding (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 13th, 2006
11:11 pm	Adoption At It's Drooliest! Dear Diary! It's been eons since I last updated, but you can't make feel guilty. As you may or may not know, I'm a foster mother for animals who need a little human interraction. Sometimes they come and go, and sometimes they stay. Well, I have a new member of the family. This poor dog, a Boxer male, has been in the kennels for the last eleven months with no signs of a home any time soon. Which is a shame as he's a beautiful, sweet tempered dog. Anyway. Most Boxers don't live long past the age of ten and he's eight, so I got the call to see if I could take him. I already have a Rottweiler and a Sphynx cat. Meh. What's one more? I'm so pleased I took him in, cus he's an absolute sweetheart, except for the fact he can't be left alone. I went out to a bit of grocery shopping and came back to find my fridge open and left over pasta all over the kitchen floor, I found the potatoes half eaten, and I pity the oranges. Someone has to be with him at all times. My housemate Mark is on shifts, which helps a lot, and my husband gets home at around six thirty. Unfortunately, until I get the net on in my place, I'm relegated to spending the occasional day (as in one) at my mum's. Anyway, about the boxer. Chopsy is his name, and if you could see the size of his chollers, you'd understand. I thought Fluffy (my Rottweiler) drooled a lot. HA. I knew nothing! My God. Chopsy could fill an Olympic pool and still have change! He's all white with a dark brown patch over his eye and one dark brown spot on his right haunch. He's got these huge, and I do mean huge, dark brown eyes that always look so sad. Honestly, if I was a lesser woman, I'd be signing over my life savings and making him take a Carribean cruise! BRB. Need the lavvy, a cig, and a can of lager... (11:26 pm) I'm back (11:36 pm) Since getting Chopsy and using the little field behind my house, I've had time to talk to my neighbours, something I haven't done since moving in last November. I got talking to a man named Roger, who has his own company. He needed a temporary admin and offered me the job. Naturally I took it. I now work for a none religious funeral company! When he found out I write for a hobby, he has started taking me to meet the families and enlisting my help in writing the eulogies. In the last two weeks alone, I have attended four funerals and had thank you cards galore. Despite the nature of my new job, I'm loving it! My husband, Mark, and I have also redecorated our living room, and it looks fanfuckingtastic. It's all red with a Chinese cover screen alone one wall, a jade Budda one the other, and various stuff on another. Chris, my husband, finally got his own way and we now have a carpet. Doesn't feel as good on my feet as the concrete floor did, but he was right. Concrete isn't big on the safety scale and nor does it provide animals with a cushy place to lay down. Anyhoo, I will have the second part to Bedtime Story up tomorrow, as for right now? I'm off to drink my lager and go read me some fanfic. Until tomorrow, Hugs, S xxx Current Mood: content Current Music: Wouldn't It Be Nice, Beach Boys (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 3rd, 2006
4:51 pm	Hospitals Suck Dear Diary! Well I'm finally home after spending the better part of the week in hospital. I have a shiny green and lumpy bruise to show for my stay. Lovely! I'd been getting pains in the lower right side of the abdomen since last Friday, I gave it the weekend to see if it'd settle down or go away. I was still getting pains on Tuesday, and since I was being yelled at by numerous folk, I decided to go see the doctor. I went, waited 15 minutes, and was in for 5. I was sent to the A&E with a letter stating Urgent. If only the doc had asked me whether or not I had an appendix, it would've saved a whole lotta time and blood. Finally arrived at A&E, where I waited for roughly 2 hours. During which, the pain that had been coming and going since Friday was no longer going. I was literally doubled over and was sat like that for a further 20 minutes before the triage nurse took pity on me. She put me on the Urgent category, which was nice since my GP already put me on it. The first things they wanted were blood and water. How fun. Some moron who wasn't on my case, came and took my hard work and threw it out BEFORE any tests were done. Since those tests had to be done before the x-rays, I needed to refil the tank. I was Nil-By-Mouth. Taps were turned on and my ears were open. 4 x-rays and 2 blood tests later... I'm now high as a kite on Buskapan, a wonderful pain killing drug that induces the oddest of fantasies, and codeine. They've found nothing. Zip. Nadda. Zero. They then decide that it HAS to be either the early stages of pregnancy, an ectopic pregnancy, or an appendix I don't have. Forget that it didn't show in either blood or water tests. Forget that I'm 100% infertile. Forget my appendix was taken out a few years ago. 3, and I'm not kidding, 3 pregnancy tests were taken, all within a 4 hour period. Unless a doctor was slipping me something I don't know about, then surely the answer for numbers 1 and 2 would be the same as the first. Anyhoo. I was moved onto a ward and still wasn't allowed anything to eat. I was on sips and an IV. Great. I hadn't had food since half a sandwich at 10:30 am. It was now going on for 12 am. I was starving and offering to eat the dead. My ultra-sound was booked for 1 pm the next day. Again, I'd need a full tank, thankfully this time I was allowed to drink. Even though it was only sips, I was happy as my mouth felt like a taxi floor. It didn’t take them long to get me to a ward, and that was when I got introduced to a drug called Buskapan. I took two and the next thing I knew, it was 6:10 am. The day dragged along, and at last, 1 pm came and it was time for my ultra-sound. So there I was, being wheeled down a corridor in an ass-open hospital gown and struggling to control my bodily functions. Considering the amount of sips I’d had before hitting a drug-induced coma, you’d think the doctor would’ve been more considerate. Bloody bastard that he is just couldn’t resist pressing that scanner into my abdomen, and subsequently the water tank. The stupid man. Oh well. Experts are there for a purpose, I guess. Guess what he found on my scan? Nothing. Zip. Nadda. Zero. X-rays, blood tests, pregnancy tests, and scan was fine, I was already to go home except for diagnosing my problem. They decided I needed a CT scan, which they booked for 2 pm on Thursday. No worries. It can’t be anything mean horrible, right? You just go in there, lie still, and voila. It’s done. I was yet again Nil-By-Mouth, well, all apart from a large jug of orange juice that I just HAD to drink. Orange juice my arse. As told, I drank what I now know as Contrast, a liquid version of hell, and was taken to the CT room. I was subjected to a drip containing this clear liquid designed to make things show up. The warnings the nurse gave were clear and concise. Mild burning maybe felt, you may feel the need to pee, you may get an odd taste in your mouth. The mild burning turned out to be a tamer version of spontaneous human combustion. Every vein I have felt like they were on fire. That need to take a piss was actually a feeling of pissing fire, or petrol, or something flammable. It felt like it running down my thighs. That odd taste in my mouth was like I’d swallowed a tub of pen ink. I wasn’t under that CT machine for five minutes when my already poorly abdomen staged a messy revolt. I threw my guts up all over the machine, the nurse and the doctor. It was satisfying until the doctor noticed lumps forming around my drip. I had an allergic reaction to both the Contrast and that rotten liquid. How wonderful. I didn’t get the results until 10:30 pm, and can you guess what they found? My pain was being caused by an ovarian cyst. How didn’t they pick this up on the ultra-sound? I suppose that’s one of the many questions that will remain unanswered. Sort of like what came first? The chicken or the egg, or which car is better? The Ferrari F30 or the McLaren F1 Domestic Road Car. Or better yet, which is better? Pepsi or Coke? I digress. My consultant came to see me in person the next morning. How lucky am I??? He didn’t want to operate. He actually said, and I quote, “I don’t want to operate on you as you’d be a nightmare.” Sure I’ve had surgery in the past, and I do mean a lot of surgery, but come off it. It’s not like my previous doctors have replaced my heart with a baked potato or anything. The night came and went with the chirping of birds and smell of badly made coffee. My nurse came to see me with news, drugs, 2 slices of toast and a cup of tea. Isn’t she sweet? I’m now on antibiotics, anti-something else, 30 mg’s of Codeine Phosphate, and the orders of if this hasn’t shown signs of improving within the next month, I have to go back. As I have a skin graft on side of my tummy and a scar on the other, they plan to do keyhole surgery through my belly-button. I’ve barely been out for 24 hours and they’re already planning the sequel. I can’t be bothered to type anymore. I want food and lots of it. Ya know, to make up for this week’s Nil-By-Mouth. This is me, signing off. Current Mood: gloomy Current Music: One Vision, Queen (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
2:04 pm	A Good Morning Dear Diary! My parents got back from Santorini this morning. I've got some luffly presents! My mum always brings me back Stuff she isn't supposed too and she buys me gorgeous tops. So, I'm now the proud owner of Stuff That Isn't Supposed to be Mine and four stunning tops! How cool?! I just wish I could display the Stuff I'm not supposed to have. Have no fear, the Stuff isn't a dangerous weapon of some sort. I guess it could be, it just depends on what you call weapons. Anyhoo. Let's talk about my tops. I haven't seen them yet as my mum hasn't come back from work yet, but she has great taste and knows what I like, so they won't be hideous. My dad and I have had a great chat this morning. About this, that, and the other. Mainly revolving around politics and WW2, which we both have a personal interest in. It's been eons since we've been able to have a decent conversation without someone else butting in or complaining. That's all for now, folks! Current Mood: happy Current Music: School's Out, Alice Cooper (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006
5:10 pm	Bedtime Story Title: Bedtime Story Author: Scorch Email: Miss_Incognito3@hotmail.com Rating: N-20 Category: PWP Content: C/Aus Summary: A challenge from Cali. Disclaimer: I own nixies Distribution: AO, FSB, Cali’s place Notes: If you're of a strong moralistic constitution, then turn away now! Cali, hope you enjoy this *grins* ( Read more... ) Current Mood: giggly Current Music: Try a Little Tenderness, The Commitments (4 Comments |Comment on this)
10:28 am	Wild Night 3 Whaddya know? Another fic update! Wild Night 3 Pairing: Vincent/Tifa Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I own nixies. If I did, I'd hire someone to type this out for me! ( Read more... ) Current Mood: mischievous Current Music: Wouldn't It Be Nice, Beach Boys (Comment on this)
10:10 am	Wild Night 2 Wild Night part deux! It's not perfect, but it'll do. Pairing: Vincent/Tifa Rating: NC-17 ( Read more... ) Current Mood: mischievous Current Music: Surfer Girl, Beach Boys (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
10:01 am	Wild Night Yup, it's another FFVII fanfic! This time it's a Vin/Tifa, which is one of my fave pairings. Title: Wild Night part 1 Rating: N-18. Summary: Alcohol has a lot to answer for. Disclaimer: All characters belong to Squaresoft/Unix. Am only borrowing them for my own perverted desires! A/N: This fic is for Bleuwyn. She gave me this fantastic challenge and I just hope this doesn’t disappoint. So Bleuwyn my love, grab your sweet self a cuppa coffee, relax and read. Many hugs and much love, S xxx ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 9th, 2006
1:21 am	Righting the Wrongs 3 Righting the Wrongs, part 3. ( Read more... ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
1:12 am	Righting the Wrongs, part 2 Righting the Wrongs, part 2. ( Read more... ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, May 8th, 2006
11:29 pm	Righting the Wrongs I started writing this eons ago and posted a few chapters on Adultfanfic.net. When I received an email that the site was being, and I quote, an ass, I decided to take my stuff and start and LJ. Just so I don’t get complaints, here’s the warning… Pairing: Sephiroth/Tifa Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing, it all belongs to Squaresoft/Unix. Author Notes: To those of you who may have read this on FF.net... I will be updating as soon as I've taken away the smut! Author Notes 2: This is wholly dedicated to Bleuwyn, who helped me on a Vincent/Tifa fic I wrote. Thank you Bleuwyn and I swear we will catch up as soon as may be. I love you to pieces, babe. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the re-written version of Writing the Wrongs... ( Read more... ) Current Mood: Weeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Current Music: Personal Jesus, Depeche Mode (2 Comments |Comment on this)