I'm having a good week.
So I got myself stuff for my birthday. My grandma gave me money so I bought me my first pair of mary-janes. I fell in love with them the instant I saw them and tried them on and admired myself and then
Dragonfly *waving completely different mary-janes* Look! I found a more girly style.
Me *pouts but puts them on* I hate them! I hate them! I hate them!
Dragonfly. They'd look better on me anyway. I'm the girly one.
Then dad gave me money and I bought me some boots that are to die for. Actually I'd already bought them, but now I can justify it.
And I got myself tomorrow off work! It's my niece's 21st, so duh.
And how could my week get better? I've finally started writing again. I wrote me a really short Get Real fic and then importuned a BNF writer to beta it because I have no shame and then I finished a dmoc fic that's been lying around for years and years.
See how I write in obscure fandoms that maybe five people in the world want to read?
What kind of disease are you?
sarren:
sarren is caused by Satan.
sarren makes subjects desire sex. With lepers.
The only cure for sarren is to kill a chicken and wear its skin on your head.
Dragonfly *waving completely different mary-janes* Look! I found a more girly style.
Me *pouts but puts them on* I hate them! I hate them! I hate them!
Dragonfly. They'd look better on me anyway. I'm the girly one.
Then dad gave me money and I bought me some boots that are to die for. Actually I'd already bought them, but now I can justify it.
And I got myself tomorrow off work! It's my niece's 21st, so duh.
And how could my week get better? I've finally started writing again. I wrote me a really short Get Real fic and then importuned a BNF writer to beta it because I have no shame and then I finished a dmoc fic that's been lying around for years and years.
See how I write in obscure fandoms that maybe five people in the world want to read?
What kind of disease are you?
sarren:
sarren is caused by Satan.
sarren makes subjects desire sex. With lepers.
The only cure for sarren is to kill a chicken and wear its skin on your head.