Can you deal with more whining?
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roxyI wrote myself into a corner. I don't know how to go forward. It's sapping my enthusiasm for writing in general, and that makes me unhappy because I love my baby and I want to finish it. Imagine the saddest, unhappiest face in all the world, and then triple that. Yeah, that's me. And on top of this big suck sundae, there's a horrible whaaaa-life-sucks sauce. I'm leaving for the weekend with the Couples, the people we get together with once a month and go to dinner with and then play, like, Uno and stuff with...oh shut the fuck up. This is what you do when you're crazy in love with someone who wants to have some kind of a social life. Why can't we just hook up with wrinkly old swingers like normal bored old people do?
Yes, here's what I'm going to do. I'm not writing fanfic anymore. Instead, I will write about my life. That's right, it'll be all about me. More all about me. Like, 99% about me. My life, ripped from the headlines, as it were. And if nothing interesting happens, I'll just lie. No, wait, I mean make something up. No, I think I mean embellish. Embroider. Nah, lie's the word.
While I wait for you to dry your tears and hush your heart-broken sobbing, let me share some good news. Mr. R bought a new (new-ish) car! Huzzah! His car, the hardest working Subaru in car biz, has finally dropped to the curb and given up the ghost. Ten years old, and it gave its all. Ach, Slave!Car, we'll sort of miss you but not too much--you kind of smelled like old tuna fish and machine oil and your AC only functioned if the temp was under 75. I could turn the wheel easily back in my forties but lately...not so much. You taught me that power steering was not just for pussies. Goodbye, God speed, and we know you won't be clogging up any landfills; you're 90% rust right now.
So, in conclusion, car—yay! No fic—boo! No fic bloody likely in the near future without heavenly intervention, big boo.
Yes, here's what I'm going to do. I'm not writing fanfic anymore. Instead, I will write about my life. That's right, it'll be all about me. More all about me. Like, 99% about me. My life, ripped from the headlines, as it were. And if nothing interesting happens, I'll just lie. No, wait, I mean make something up. No, I think I mean embellish. Embroider. Nah, lie's the word.
While I wait for you to dry your tears and hush your heart-broken sobbing, let me share some good news. Mr. R bought a new (new-ish) car! Huzzah! His car, the hardest working Subaru in car biz, has finally dropped to the curb and given up the ghost. Ten years old, and it gave its all. Ach, Slave!Car, we'll sort of miss you but not too much--you kind of smelled like old tuna fish and machine oil and your AC only functioned if the temp was under 75. I could turn the wheel easily back in my forties but lately...not so much. You taught me that power steering was not just for pussies. Goodbye, God speed, and we know you won't be clogging up any landfills; you're 90% rust right now.
So, in conclusion, car—yay! No fic—boo! No fic bloody likely in the near future without heavenly intervention, big boo.
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5/27/10 04:39 pm (UTC)But you just can't give up fic period!!! (Though I'll still love you) Hmmm... maybe you can embellish your life a bit by fitting it into your fics. Take care of two things at once. ;)
YAY for new(ish) cars. :D Though... mine's 20 years old and I've had it for almost 6 years. But Adam's a good little Honda Accord and usually treats me pretty good. So I still loves him.
*smooches*