::clears throat::

I am going to hell. I am going straight to hell. I will not get to pass go. I will not get to collect two hundred dollars. Oh, my god.

At least no one will read this. That makes me feel better. Though, really, I'm frightened by how, uh, easy this pov is. It should not be easy! He's a rambling scary crazy music genius or something. Golden ear. Blahblahblah.

I'm going to hell.

So, luzdeestrellas... Feel like doing a beta on a fic for a show you've never even heard of except for my flailing and such? You know, when I finish it. If I don't die of shame and go to hell first.




And may I just say, in a completely unrelated note, that I really fucking dislike the new LJ address things. ::sulks::