"Oh, Yeah!", I say to myself. "Blogs are
the last and best hope for a truly participatory democracy!"
I hate you, internet. I really fucking hate you.
It is two in the morning and I just noticed that the deadline for
The Best Anthology Ever is the end of this month. Luckily I already added a few hundred words to it this morning, and now I am adding some more. It is really hard to write within the restrictions and still somehow be original, though, guys. It also bums me out that if it gets rejected it will be a story wasted, since it is so specific to the Death Machine universe.
Damnit guys could I have a deadline extension
On another note altogether, it seems that, er, some of you may have had the impression that I wrote the
Dwarfs In My Vagina Poem about your vagina(s). Internet, do not worry. It was about no one's vagina in particular.