Yousendit.com can kiss my lily white arse. Son of Satan's left-handed breast fed fourteen year old neighbours little brother's cocksucking boyfriend's fat sister's uncle fucking cunt. ::smites::

93% completed. NINETY-THREE PERCENT COMPLETED. And then what did it do? Did it freeze? Yes. Yes it did. After THREE AND A HALF HOURS. So. Much. Hate.


Am not writing O11, because I'm stupid and sad and pathetic. Am writing NY!Danny. Just wrote a sentence that he was longing for me. By accident, mind you, though I can't say I'd kick him out for eating crackers in bed... That sentence doesn't make sense. This story now has more words than the H/D. It's a fucking mess.

I need to write O11! ::grumbles:: Stupid Dannys.


And I'm too subtexty. Danny's all with the... and for all I spell it out he could be pissed off cause he's in love with Aiden or something, which just upsets me. What happened to my slash? Why did it go all gen? ::frets::

It unfair. I remember trying to write gen and not being able to do it. This is just... My mind is against me. Very against me. Maybe I should try writing het and I could get my slash back. ::ponders::

Well, no, I wrote het not too long ago.

I should do that again. People seemed to enjoy the George/Izzie. Hmmm...


In completely unflailing related news, partyben.com has an mp3 of a smash up using a Tegan and Sara song. It's sort of great. I need more Tegan and Sara songs...

You know what I hate?

Well, alright, so there should be like a list of my hates somewhere. It'd be a long list. Sadly in my head I just calculated it in bytes and not like length or anything. That probably says something very, very sad about me.

But back to the topic at hand, yes?

I. Hate. Kids.

They scream. They cry. They scream. They don't do what you want them to and they're vicious, vicious little creatures.

I also hate having my plans all fucked up. You know what I had planned for this weekend? Watching O11 and writing O11 and flailing at LJ because I can't write O11. I find these to be very good, very satasifying plans. I liked those plans, though I'm sure you lot would disagree an awful lot.

So, now, instead of watching O11 and writing O11 and flailing about O11, I'm babysitting. I hate babysitting. The kids never listen to me when I tell them to sit down and shut up and you know, leave me the hell alone. Once again, I hate kids. I just do. It's a thing. It's not going to get better if I'm forced to spend a lot of time with them in an inclosed space.

And I don't know how to drive. I don't really care to learn. I'm pretty much fine being driven around. So, you know, if you want me to drive so fucking badly then STOP BITCHING AT ME WHEN I DO. It's not like it was my idea. So don't say, "here you drive" and then gripe when I hit 18 mph going down hill. It's just gonna make me cranky.

Well, alright. Crankier.

Stupid Sunday. ::kicks it:: I need a nap.