Actually, I think that she'd really appreciate it. She's got thyroid cancer, so it shouldn't be to bad. I googled it, and it's got a high cure rate. I don't think she'll need to do chemo, just surgery.
It still worries me. I mean, Jesus. What do you do?
Mibba has indeed lost it's charm. I haven't posted anything in ages, and no one is updating their stories. So...lame.
I thought it was pretty legit too. More legit than the ones that look like this,
"ZOMG, BEST DAY 3V3RRRR. I LUFF my BOYFRIEND SO MUCH, EVEN THOUGH LAST WEEK, I CLAIMED TO BE A LESBIAN."
But, alas, the oppressed with fall.
Maybe it was another journal I did?
You protested mibba, and since this is a dictatorship, they must not have liked that. I don't know.
Ghey.
Basically, mibba has lost it's charm.
Of course mibba would ban me from journals when I need it most. My best friend was diagnosed with cancer, and I can't even write it in a journal, so I can show her sympathy from strangers.
Fuck.
I apologize, but I did laugh. I used to love that movie.
About your comment, you're right. There was a big shift there. Things are starting to not be so innocent on Mikey's part, as you'll see in the next chapter. But that is why Gerard's character is there, because even though he's obviously used drugs (and is sort of dead), he somehow manages to retain an innocent way of speaking.
I'm pretty sure I didn't give away anything really about the next chapter with that. I mean, you might think that you know what will happen, but the thing about Postcards is...you don't. You never know.
I was a total update whore today. I had to take the PSATs, so I got out of school at about 11. As soon as I got home I updated both of my stories.
Postcards has me so excited. It's...exhilarating. Like, I have the next chapter all written and ready to go, but I have to force myself to wait for everyone to actually read the latest chapter.
Jeez, you know, I think you're the only one who actually got the sun symbolism in that chapter. I think a lot of my readers are just in it for the Frerard, and not the hidden meanings.
I WAS FUCKING BANNED TOO.
Until the 13 of December.
I don't know what I did either. Go look at mine. It's not spam to me, it was really bothering me. It made me sad, so I journaled it.
I die when my iPod is dead, and I'm happy after naps, no matter how short.
*runs to update Postcards*
Fink is an update whore. Well, just with this story. It's just so easy to write for because the chapters are short and it's well...sort of random, really.
You know how much your comments mean to me. You [i]know[/i] that, and I know you know that.
But to hear you say that Postcards is more intriguing than A-A-G, even when that may possibly be your favorite story, that just completely made me want to cry. In a good way, I promise. Because the thing is, I don't want just one beautiful thing. I don't want to be known as that girl who wrote that one great story, but that was her flash of color, and then she faded out. I want to be known for more than just A-A-G. And I want Postcards to do that for me.
Thank you for saying that Postcards is doing that for me.