Dear Word,

Stop mocking me you stupid, vapid, vicious cunt. I hate you. I hate you so bad. I hate you more than I hate brussel sprouts* and coconut. I hate you more than I'd hate coconut covered brussel sprouts. Even the hatred I have for the thought of that is nothing, nothing compared to my hatred of you.

Kindly fuck off and die, or, you know, stop with the blinky mocking.

Bitch.

So not yours,
Me



So. Yeah. Not so much with the getting shit written. I have a to-do list about the size of Texas, which, for those of you who don't know (and are like in another country and it's stupid to assume you know of America, and you know what? You shouldn't. We as a group are usually fairly stupid about your country, so be stupid about ours. Show us what it's like. Besides, what is with the thought in this country that everyone in the world should know all about and love us? Why am I still talking? Jesus fuck.) is really fucking huge. I'm in a mood where really, the safest thing would be for me to crawl under the covers and refuse to come out until, you know, some time far in the future when I am not about to cry at the drop of a hat, and after I have learned to take crit a little bit. I'm tired of being told I need a beta. I'm tired of needing a beta. Why can't I be one of those people who makes things flawless. I want to be flawless! Did I mention my terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad mood? ::flails:: I'm so shutting up now. Because christ knows you all don't need to read this.

Anyway. So.

I miss chat. ::woes::

And if some kind person could tell me how to make the Tegan & Sara CD play in WinAmp I'd be very grateful. It's all "lalala I no play for you" and I'm all "SMITE!" and it's all "well, WMP works" and I'm all "::glares:: not the same" and it's all "::shrugs:: whatever whore I own your ass and I say no" and dude, it's sad how many inanimate objects I argue with.



* Interestingly enough, the dictionary and spell check tell me that it should be brussels sprouts. WTF? My entire life is a sham. I refuse to change it on the grounds that, well, it sounds wrong dammit. ::hicks if I have to::