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So, have I been doing anything interesting these past weeks? I have not been doing anything interesting these past weeks. That is probably why I haven't posted. That, and I've been busy angsting over my malfuctioning brain. *makes pained faces* I can see it happening, all the little symptoms of MONTHS AND MONTHS of TERRIBLE TERRIBLE EMOBITCH depression. *hopes is mistaken* and Novel. Until the angst got the better of me, and I just had to have some sexy story with Virgin/Slut hurt/comfort, boarding school, bullies, passing mention of Catholicism, a greenhouse, gratuitous hot teacher, heart disease, and motorcycles.
Specific, no?
Well, I couldn't find it. Shocker. So I wrote it myself.
I sat down with the sun in the air, bright and cloudless. By the time I came back to reality, the sun was gone. Boom. Just... gone. O.o 10 pages in a stretch (Yes, I write slow), and another 3 after dinner. I mean... come on. I didn't even get V/S, H/C, Catholics, heart disease, or motorcycles! I ended up with rape, wine, and some wierd subconscious political commentary! *heddesk*
*sigh* What can you do?
On a slightly related train of thought, how old are altar boys?
Specific, no?
Well, I couldn't find it. Shocker. So I wrote it myself.
I sat down with the sun in the air, bright and cloudless. By the time I came back to reality, the sun was gone. Boom. Just... gone. O.o 10 pages in a stretch (Yes, I write slow), and another 3 after dinner. I mean... come on. I didn't even get V/S, H/C, Catholics, heart disease, or motorcycles! I ended up with rape, wine, and some wierd subconscious political commentary! *heddesk*
*sigh* What can you do?
On a slightly related train of thought, how old are altar boys?