I actually did. In my town the gravity got turned off because of this huge...storm...type thing and I suddenly found myself floating through space. Luckily, a few months ago I taught myself how to survive without breathing.
Really, it was just midterms. And Top Chef marathons.
The only reason it was stuck in my head was because it's on that stupid Dr. Pepper commercial...narggg.
Oh jeez. I used to work in a supermarket, and right after Thanksgiving, all the way through New Years, all I would hear was Christmas music. Same songs, in the same order, every Saturday for seven hours straight.
And now every time I hear "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" I die a little bit on the inside...
Working all hardcore-like on new story. Frank and Bob. Country inn. Pretending to be gay. Killer bears. Stuff like that.
I HAVE THE CHEERS THEME SONG STUCK INSIDE OF MY HEAD AND IT WON'T GET OUT.
After that random outburst...
My Holiday was nice. Same as every year. And, just like every year, I find that my hatred for small children only continues to grow.
You didn't sound bitchy :) And I totally get where your coming from. Frank has the mental capacity of a six-year-old, Mikey's a girl, Gerard is a dark and complex individual that no one understands, and Ray and Bob apparently don't exist. Oh, and Bert McCracken likes to rape people. Blaaaaaah.
But I promise, updates and new stuff are coming soon. I have to just, you know, write them.
I'm convinced that the root of my shitty immune system is due to my lack of slippers. Specifically, the Raphael TMNT slippers in Hoptopic. And it's not just beacuse they are AWESOME in footwear-form.
Oh yeah! That holiday just kind of passed...the one with the trees and crap. Hope you guys had a nice one :)
I knoooooow I have to update. But I faaaaiiil so hardcore that I get distracted by things like food and more food :(
Puking is not fun. Not at all D:> I hope you're feeling better. I'm a little loopy on Tylenol and antibiotics right now so...
I love hetero :D People tend to think that het-writers and slash-writers are, like, mortal enemies. But I've got no problems with either, just so long as it's well-written. When it comes to band-fiction specifically I really only read het when it's with their real-life significant others.
Yep. I have a life. And NOT an ear infection that inflicted so much pain on my poor head that all I could do is sleep, eat candy, and sleep some more.
*giggles* testicles.
I don't have anything right now. Just a bunch of half-finished crap. I'll send something to you when I have to finished :D
*dead*
That sound...[i]so good.[/i] And it just reduces the world's amount of suck. Someone decided to name their kid Adolf Hilter? Don't care, because caramel cheesecake bites exist.
ShopRite refused to make a cake for three-year-old Adolf Hilter Campbell, who's younger siblings include Joyce Lynn Aryan Nation and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie. Seriously.
Hey, how are you?? I haven't been on in a while. Because I faiiil.
I would love a beta :D I normally self-edit, which doesn't always prove to be so efficient. But I don't really understand how the whole thing works. So you'd have to explain it to me.
Naaarg. So tired. Need sleeeeeep. Can't. Must...finish...reading...[i]books.[/i]
(:
As you probably read below your comment,
I get really offended easily. Like, all the time.
It's not just with you, but with virtually everyone.
So,I know you didn't mean any offence. No hard feelings.
And,thank you so much.
That does really mean a lot to me. (:
Hi.
As Wendy said, we always welcome constructive critisism, but we aren't really looking for anyone like that right now. I'm sorry.
But, I also appreciate that you like our stories.
We always try to make them the best I can. (;
No, no--I didn't use the wrong "steal". I frequently throw steel bars out my window...in order to obtain access...to the internet. Isn't that how everyone does it?
I fail. And I know it, too -.-"
Fuck the silent "r's" and "m's"--silent "p's" killed me. Like in Pterodactyl. Stupid dinosaurs.
When I was little, I couldn't spell words forward out loud. I had to spell them backwards. I was fine on paper, but my elementary school had an annual Spelling B all fifth graders had to participate in, and when they got to me (the word was "assignment") I spelt it backwards and they told me to sit down.
It killed my ten-year-old soul.
My friend thought Frank would, too. I always figured Ray would. Because he seems like the kind of guy who could impregnate someone just by looking at them. But maybe that's just me.