Sep 18, 2008 11:54
Mom suggests sensibly that I just put all these old notebooks in a plastic container, put mothballs in, and stick them in the shop. I feel vaguely that this is cheating but it's a good idea and I will probably take it. I should probably eventually type up the story I still have from when I was thirteen and post it on the internet for the encouragement of others. Wait, why, I still have Stranger up on the interwebs. orz||||
(And of course the Usual Suspects are going POSSSSTTTT IIIIIITTTTT at me. YOU DUDES JUST WANT TO LAUGH AT ME ADMIT IT.)
--- Hey, there's my Tarepanda apron!
AAARRRRGH IT'S THE GODAWFUL NOVEL I WAS WRITING IN COLLEGE
*deep breath*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BURN IT BURN IT WITH FIRE
(If I post it, since it's on disk, you have to promise to lie and tell me it's really not that bad. .____.)
---- AAAKD;FLASDKF;DKLF AAAAAHHHH THE COLLEGE YEARLY OF EMO SHIT I HAD TWO POEMS IN AND WON FIRST PRIZE FOR RELIGIOUS POETRY (and spent two weeks trying to figure out why they thought it was religious) AAAAAAAAFKL;DSAFDL;SDFJKL;DAJ;;DALFK;AJKL;;LFD
I, I need a drink. ._____.
it hurts god,
rl