weird, weird day today
So apparently I have sex spammers hitting gaymerica, only I can't see their posts, and I'm wondering why. I guess now the thing to do is go back to tight group moderation, which suuuuucks.
More importantly, I realized it was November 1st. Mainly by a friend announcing OMGWTFBBQ IHAVETOWRITESOMETHING. Meaning them. But I took it as me, too.
Only...I had no idea. No plot. And a whole lot of what the hell, do I really need this right now? behind me.
So--while talking with him over the basic concept of even deciding on a blog title--neogabi, you'll know exactly who I mean by that--I pulled up a list of blog services, because I didn't want it at my main blog site (not here) or my secondary blog site (here).
And I started writing.
So, I'm splitting my attention between his bitching on how he can't get the blog title he wants, and deleting all my music files on a separate site (because they told me to), and writing. And it's all stream of consciousness.
About halfway through I realize--At the end of the month, I'm going to have to make this public. And I'm writing about rape trauma and nightmares. Oh shit.
So now I don't know what the hell I'm going to do, I only know I'm 2233 words into the project. Happy November.
(Also--for any design students out there: this is an amazing read.)
More importantly, I realized it was November 1st. Mainly by a friend announcing OMGWTFBBQ IHAVETOWRITESOMETHING. Meaning them. But I took it as me, too.
Only...I had no idea. No plot. And a whole lot of what the hell, do I really need this right now? behind me.
So--while talking with him over the basic concept of even deciding on a blog title--neogabi, you'll know exactly who I mean by that--I pulled up a list of blog services, because I didn't want it at my main blog site (not here) or my secondary blog site (here).
And I started writing.
So, I'm splitting my attention between his bitching on how he can't get the blog title he wants, and deleting all my music files on a separate site (because they told me to), and writing. And it's all stream of consciousness.
About halfway through I realize--At the end of the month, I'm going to have to make this public. And I'm writing about rape trauma and nightmares. Oh shit.
So now I don't know what the hell I'm going to do, I only know I'm 2233 words into the project. Happy November.
(Also--for any design students out there: this is an amazing read.)