Humdoodledeedoodum.
( Just another day, really. )

For the interest of people not interested in my emotional state, I'm separating them, labelling them, and putting my writingness part first.
( Doobeedoobeedoo... )

Regarding my current emotional state. Which, in case the status and avatar didn't tell you, is not good.
( Run. Now. )

This has been bugging me for a while now, but it's only now that I've hunted out and found all the non-smut Ten/Rose and started into Nine/Rose that I've fully appreciated the full scope of this.
( Oh dear. She's in rant!mode. )

WARNING: I think it's pretty self-explanatory that I've never been in the 1700s. I don't know what they did there. Don't know what they looked like, don't know much. All the stuff ensconced in the following four chapters was scavenged from Wikipedia, a brief Google search (Do you know how hard it is to find pictures of eighteenth-century dresses ( Read more... )

Pun intended.
( -groan- )

Well, I think I might have discovered the central flaw in journalling. Which is, of course, running out of topics.
( Et cetera and stuff like that )

'Kay, this is getting irritating.
( Sdfkjfkjeoerjkd. )

Yes, this is another pointless rant about fanfiction that nobody's going to read because I talk too much about it and nobody cares about what I think anyway, just if I update in a timely manner.
( Oh dear, she's gone emo again. )

All right, so I know that this will sound absolutely insane to all of you, but I actually like Mondays.
( ... )