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it's done, for now, but i can't figure out the window. does a bay window have to have a seat? furthermore, would the sill of it be at your knees? does it make sense to be pushed out of one, accidentally? please answer these questions, if you can.

also, because it's fucking HUGE, i don't want to just paste it into the ( Read more... )

i am now, officially, queen elizabeth i. the virgin queen. it is important to note that she is not a virgin, either.

so, the new thing is: morgan doesn't have sex unless it's with someone she's in love with and has been dating for a significant amount of time. i'm sick of making stupid mistakes.

i am a total stud, though.

jeff, i swear to fucking god, if you ever try to tell me again that we're in ANY WAY equal in writing ability and accomplishment, i will kill you. if you think that's even close to the truth, you are sick and should be put in a hospital for having delusions. i hate you for not knowing yourself. it's the goddamned saddest lie you've ever told ( Read more... )

oh man, that story is blossoming out of control. i've added a bunch of stuff throughout, and now i'm working on completing it, so i took the version i had up and SHOVED IT INTO HELL. the good one will be up soon ( Read more... )

i'm depressed again, heavily.

go on google.com and search for "[your first name] needs" in quotations like that. here's some of the results i got when i did it ( Read more... )

It was difficult to tell what she was tossing and what she wasn't. Mostly as Charlotte waded through her room, a rustling tornado, or perhaps tidal wave, of papers billowed behind her. Some were math notes, Chinese quizzes, dirty pizza napkins. Some were unfinished essays or lines of famous poems (And when wind and winter harden all the loveless ( Read more... )

i hate myself.

jacob ( Read more... )