I give up.
So I'm sitting here with four books sprawled across my lap and the keyboard tray, desperately trying to hammer out a paper on Robert Browning and his apparent psychologically disturbed characters, and what happens? I get a plot bunny. Not just any plot bunny, oh no, but one for a fucking LOST fanfic. I've written exactly *one* Lost story before, and it will never see the light of day as far as I'm concerned, and I haven't written anything in months and... BAH. I QUIT.
Oh, uh... hi. *wave* I'm still alive. I know, very slow in updating, but alive. And look, I finally bought a paid account so I've got shiny new icons. One of these days I'm going to buy a rename token 'cause I hate this one, but that can wait until I decide that I can actually devote enough time to this thing again to justify it. Feh.
Also, I think I should be dragged into the street and shot, because I downloaded a cover of Avril Lavigne singing "Kiss Me" (yes, that horribly sugary thing from the mid-90s) and it's actually really good. It's got her usual off-key warbling in a couple spots, but overall it's actually surprisingly good. Someone please kill me.
Oh, uh... hi. *wave* I'm still alive. I know, very slow in updating, but alive. And look, I finally bought a paid account so I've got shiny new icons. One of these days I'm going to buy a rename token 'cause I hate this one, but that can wait until I decide that I can actually devote enough time to this thing again to justify it. Feh.
Also, I think I should be dragged into the street and shot, because I downloaded a cover of Avril Lavigne singing "Kiss Me" (yes, that horribly sugary thing from the mid-90s) and it's actually really good. It's got her usual off-key warbling in a couple spots, but overall it's actually surprisingly good. Someone please kill me.