the stars are faded

Hahahah, so one would IMAGINE that I would learn to stop thinking about fic before I go to sleep, because it always leads to the most ridiculous (and persistent!) bunnies. I mean, Because You Look Like a Jackass (oh my god why are my titles so loooong? i nearly crapped out five times while typing that out, almost just resorting to an acronym. maybe i'm just lazy. whatever.) was borne out of just such a midnight brainstorming session. It's like the ficbunnies purposely choose to invade just when my mental defenses are at their lowest! It's evil and conniving and--evil!

Because now I kind of want to write a robot AU, which, yes, yes, I know, has been done about a MILLION times. But, I mean, I also wrote an office AU and (several) HS AUs, so I suppose being cliched isn't really out of the norm for me.

But this robot AU would be so ridiculous. Patrick is a cleaning robot! Pete is a faily, spoiled rich boy who lives off his trust fund! Pete tries to back Patrick up against the counter and Patrick just starts dusting the counter behind him while Pete molests his tonsils! Pete thinks they would really have a much more fulfilling sex life if Patrick would only stop trying to make the bed while they were bumping uglies!

But it's not Patrick's fault. :( :( :( It's just his stupid programming.

Oh, god, writing it out makes this seem infinitely more ridiculous than it was inside my head (and it was already 10,000% pure crack in my head). Sigh sigh sigh. Someone please tell me not to write this. I don't have tiiiiime.

(on a very OT note, I am posting very often nowadays. I'm not sure why. Hm. Sorry for cluttering flists!)