Aug 30, 2010 16:42
Dear Internet,
When I have cramps, your job is to provide me with hilarity and pornography.
WHY ARE YOU NOT DOING YOUR JOB, INTERNET.
no love,
meg
dear uterus,
look, we both dislike each other but I don't make you go on paranoid Google trolls of dubious info forums.
please stop.
no love,
meg
Dear brain,
I am like, ninety eight percent sure we don't really want to write a email fic where Jim tries to get Uhura to crush the intraship forum for RPS fic -- not that he minds starring in pornographic fantasies, but that people keep writing him so he sounds like a twelve year old girl.
Yes, I know the bickering would be hilarious. No, I still don't think we should write it.
no love,
meg