Oh...my.

[roxy]

You know, every once in a while, you read a story that makes you want to, oh, I don't know, find out who the person is, get their address, go to their home, duct tape them to the floor and beat the soles of their feet until they swear in letters written in their own blood never to write again. And no, no, it's not someone *any* person on my flist knows, I promise you.
And don't ask me where I read the story. You know I won't tell. *ppbbbllt*

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It's sad coz, on one hand I want to encourage everyone to express themselves, but, on the other hand. . . some people just cannot, for the life of them, write.

yeah, though I have to say, it's really rare (thank goodness) I come across someone who really fucking stinks on ice. Most annoying stories need a hand, someone to point stuff out, give them a little criticism--you know, the stuff that makes me sob into my pillow. Though for some strange reason, doesn't it seem the least skilled folks are the ones most resistant to help?

I've been unbelievably lucky here, there have been folks willing to stop me and point out boo-boos and do it in a way that doesn't hurt. *GRIN*

Me, I suck at concriting and grammaring, but I love cheerleading.