I hate Abed so much right now.

I just can't get his voice right. I keep writing him so he sounds like a manic combo of Ten and Eleven. It's driving me NUTS ( Read more... )

I wrote something!

“You know,” Troy said, shifting, “This box is kinda small.”

Abed sniffed, skinny arms wrapped around skinny knees hugged close to a skinny body. “Well, it was bigger on the inside. Until you decided to crawl in with me.”

Troy fidgeted, trying to find a comfortable position in the upside down refrigerator box. “Well, you said ( Read more... )