So my big brother said, "You have the impulse control of a two-year-old with a bucket of gummy bears," and you've gotta agree with someone like that. So here's how it played out:
It turns out when I go all experimental and hold out on details on the lovely readers, THEY GET CONFUSED. Never mind that I don't get half the shit I write.
It's been decided unequivocally that I need help on my latest fic, so I called in some extra help, namely
shoofus, who is absolutely lovely and offered to help out.
But then I realized it was a matter of perspective and promptly freaked the fuck out. So that's where my two angelic kickass comrades-in-arms,
jonjokeat and
evian_fork came in. I am sad to say that I am willing to bribe, threaten and cajole them into reading this over when they're as busy as all fuck. For what it's worth, I love you both to itty bitty pieces.
On a slightly different note, they've set up a pagoda outside my place that flashes neon lights till you want to tear your eyes out. It's all very mundane.
That's it folks!