aw hell

the Thing also broke my roll on fic_on_demand.

poo.


Well, you know what, even if my name always appears in italics, even if I won't technically win/complete the challenge, I'm CONTINUING TO WRITE DAILY ANYWAY (that one, fyi, is a Norrington quadruple-drabble).

Why? Because it keeps me sane while my family's busy being fucked-up solid.


So, as for as I'm concerned, I'm not off the hook for the June challenge. Take that, Procrastinating Inner Fuckwit.

*Lift corner of Lid to Vent*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHfgafghsadf.


Period.

*rage against the uterus*


...

Ok, I know this isn't half as bad as many people have to deal with. I, however, am being pissy and vocal. You all are free to be vocal as well.

...In fact?

Let's do it. Right here, right now. Complain, vent, bitch, rant, and moan. Horror stories, furious raging, slumber-party material, whatever. This is your soapbox. Let's hear it, ladies. It's good for the system.


(In the meantime, I have Sparrington to corral)