i can't even blame monday for this one
Why am I writing hideously depressing Rodney-leaves-John-for-babies-with-Keller fic? I'm seriously not that much of a masochist. I kind of hate Rodney right now.
Okay, the thing is? This is literally the kind of fic I would not only hate, but like, turn into some kind of silent, secret grudge against the author for years (my grudges are special; no one knows about them except me and I forget about them regularly. I am not what anyone sane would call a dangerous enemy here), and my relationship with myself shouldn't be strained, don't you think?
*twitchy*
Would alcohol help? Or you know, a razor? I'm open to suggestions.
P.S No, I am not writing John as an alcoholic cutter either. Though honestly, the way this thing is shaping up, I'm not sure it would be all that much worse.
Okay, the thing is? This is literally the kind of fic I would not only hate, but like, turn into some kind of silent, secret grudge against the author for years (my grudges are special; no one knows about them except me and I forget about them regularly. I am not what anyone sane would call a dangerous enemy here), and my relationship with myself shouldn't be strained, don't you think?
*twitchy*
Would alcohol help? Or you know, a razor? I'm open to suggestions.
P.S No, I am not writing John as an alcoholic cutter either. Though honestly, the way this thing is shaping up, I'm not sure it would be all that much worse.