In case of emergency, break glass.
Jeez, updating doesn't seem to be my quota. I'm sure you, the reader, can find it in your heart to forgive me.
I'm not in a quizzical, mind blowing, rape-your-fucking-face-off writing mood right now, so I think this calls for either A. An Intervention, or B. A Normal Entry.
And-
she chose B.
I lost my right to be perfect.
How do you fix such a problem? By selling your soul to World of Warcraft in exchange for gratification through amped up computer animated pixels and miniature text titles. I'm a Sergeant, by the way.
I know, weak.
But what an ego booster!
And finding out you're not the only dork addicted to Sims, it's quite promising. ::high fives _jaderade_::
For the time being anyway.
Tell me, is it weird to start a story backwards? Because forward just isn't working for me. It's like...I've got the story, but I don't have the beginning. There's only so much you can do with an introduction, and you have to make it count if you want anyone to even be interested. So it's like I'm under pressure.
Oh...
Sorry, David Bowie. This solo's mine.
Well, I'm hoping sometime this week I actually stop staring at that oh-so-familiar blinking cursor, and just write. Once I've passed the first stage, it should be smooth writing from there on out.
PS. Cynthia = Missing. Kristin = Heartbroken. I hope you're feeling fine and everything is wonderful for you. I miss our late night, crime fighting adventures on AIM. =)
PSS. This is definitely not my Sergeant, but this is my new priest.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get a good updated in-game shot of Puget without being literally stalked by this lvl 44 Rouge, so I just said fuck it.
I'm not in a quizzical, mind blowing, rape-your-fucking-face-off writing mood right now, so I think this calls for either A. An Intervention, or B. A Normal Entry.
And-
she chose B.
I lost my right to be perfect.
How do you fix such a problem? By selling your soul to World of Warcraft in exchange for gratification through amped up computer animated pixels and miniature text titles. I'm a Sergeant, by the way.
I know, weak.
But what an ego booster!
And finding out you're not the only dork addicted to Sims, it's quite promising. ::high fives _jaderade_::
For the time being anyway.
Tell me, is it weird to start a story backwards? Because forward just isn't working for me. It's like...I've got the story, but I don't have the beginning. There's only so much you can do with an introduction, and you have to make it count if you want anyone to even be interested. So it's like I'm under pressure.
Oh...
Sorry, David Bowie. This solo's mine.
Well, I'm hoping sometime this week I actually stop staring at that oh-so-familiar blinking cursor, and just write. Once I've passed the first stage, it should be smooth writing from there on out.
PS. Cynthia = Missing. Kristin = Heartbroken. I hope you're feeling fine and everything is wonderful for you. I miss our late night, crime fighting adventures on AIM. =)
PSS. This is definitely not my Sergeant, but this is my new priest.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get a good updated in-game shot of Puget without being literally stalked by this lvl 44 Rouge, so I just said fuck it.