Empty...
See the icon. Verified today... and now I feel so. fucking. empty! And the story is barley halfway through...
The depression I have been struggling against is starting to take over; looks like that come Christmas, thanks to my bitch of a mother, I am going to be a wreck. I nearly took something sharp last night... i hate her.
I am spending Christas with the kitties. And chocolate.
And Christmas food recipes anyone's willing to donate? I am thinking of turkey this year... fuck ham.
*hits the wall with her head*
On the other hand, someone at a message board I go to had to do a school project on authors; he asked if I would acquiesce.
Hell yes.
See my head inflate?
He has to read & review a book of mine and WIPs don't count... so I just slapped an aborted AU ending on my last year's monster and sent him that; despite the graphic gay sex, he will be reading and reviewing it; I am... extremely nervous yet flattered.
Someone thinks I am an author.
Also; thik I have the most fucked up playlist in existence; Everything from Enrique Iglesias to Dimmu Borgir, Spice Girls (I am feeling nostalgic) to Nightwish, spiced with Sugarcult, REM, the Beatles... hell, I think there's even some classical in there, too!
*sigh*
ETA:
writing is lovebrought to you by the isLove Generator
Ägreed...
The depression I have been struggling against is starting to take over; looks like that come Christmas, thanks to my bitch of a mother, I am going to be a wreck. I nearly took something sharp last night... i hate her.
I am spending Christas with the kitties. And chocolate.
And Christmas food recipes anyone's willing to donate? I am thinking of turkey this year... fuck ham.
*hits the wall with her head*
On the other hand, someone at a message board I go to had to do a school project on authors; he asked if I would acquiesce.
Hell yes.
See my head inflate?
He has to read & review a book of mine and WIPs don't count... so I just slapped an aborted AU ending on my last year's monster and sent him that; despite the graphic gay sex, he will be reading and reviewing it; I am... extremely nervous yet flattered.
Someone thinks I am an author.
Also; thik I have the most fucked up playlist in existence; Everything from Enrique Iglesias to Dimmu Borgir, Spice Girls (I am feeling nostalgic) to Nightwish, spiced with Sugarcult, REM, the Beatles... hell, I think there's even some classical in there, too!
*sigh*
ETA:
writing is lovebrought to you by the isLove Generator
Ägreed...