Dear Typist, get a freaking clue and get with the program already!!
I am posting this to my lj. Not to Dear Mun, and not to Bad Typists Suck so Sayeth Their Muse (which really isn't a community but with that title should be one). Here, where you can't forget about it, where you HAVE to read it because I'm putting it in my memories. So there.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
Or better yet, what aren't you doing? I'll tell you. WRITING ME. At all. I mean hello, I am your original trouble child, right? So what the hell are you doing writing that WW2 stuff for? A girl who can see ghosts, yea whatever. Go to the Nexus and you can see anything you want. And my evil twin. The one who's not quite a twin anymore, yep, I got that part. She has a community she's part of, she has lovers and monsters and exiles oh my. And we aren't even going to talk about the one-eyed assassin or the - oh let us not forget the AU me who has kids, and a life, and a husband and happiness.
You were doing good there. We were starting to make connections, and even better? Reconnect with old, very dear friends. I almost had a LIFE AGAIN. And then it died. Dead, died, burned and buried. What the hell, over?
Uh huh, fine. Keep going with your other stories, your other muses, your other research projects. I don't really care about that except for one little thing. DO NOT FORGET ME!
Got that? Good.
Don't make me get my Mom or my extended relatives and smite your ass. You won't like it, I promise... not that she would, or they would.
But hey, it sounded good when I said it.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
Or better yet, what aren't you doing? I'll tell you. WRITING ME. At all. I mean hello, I am your original trouble child, right? So what the hell are you doing writing that WW2 stuff for? A girl who can see ghosts, yea whatever. Go to the Nexus and you can see anything you want. And my evil twin. The one who's not quite a twin anymore, yep, I got that part. She has a community she's part of, she has lovers and monsters and exiles oh my. And we aren't even going to talk about the one-eyed assassin or the - oh let us not forget the AU me who has kids, and a life, and a husband and happiness.
You were doing good there. We were starting to make connections, and even better? Reconnect with old, very dear friends. I almost had a LIFE AGAIN. And then it died. Dead, died, burned and buried. What the hell, over?
Uh huh, fine. Keep going with your other stories, your other muses, your other research projects. I don't really care about that except for one little thing. DO NOT FORGET ME!
Got that? Good.
Don't make me get my Mom or my extended relatives and smite your ass. You won't like it, I promise... not that she would, or they would.
But hey, it sounded good when I said it.