Naked ladies on the kitchen table...

Chocolate-chip ice cream with a tiny spoon...
Ramen in a coffee mug...
And the crazy fangirl howls at the moon.

No, seriously.
Firstly, there's this thing. I CONTINUE TO INSIST I CANNOT DRAW AND DO NOT DRAW. WHY DON'T I LISTEN TO ME, DAMNIT?

Secondly, because Fate is a sick bitch and I am her plaything, I FINISHED STRAW MEN - TOXIC TONIGHT. Yeah. Just now. When I'd finally resigned myself to not writing anything today... AND while shrieking_ell is at Angry White Pyjamas Camp, so shitshitguysIhavenobeta. Uhm, someone Battish want to glance over approx 5.25k words of crazy shit and let me know if it actually hangs together? Plz?

Bah.
Being me is a mess sometimes.

Sure, everyone else works eight-hour days, but they don't work in housekeeping.

To be perfectly concise:
Euw.

Now, with Straw Men - Toxic c/o the absolutely gorgeous mllereddeath, and myself broke as Bach, I am heading out to Barnes and Noble to read Maus for school.

Will be available via cellphone (no, really this time) if anything comes up.




Additional thought:
Arkham Asylum is not a bedtime story. .::clings at FluffyBatman::. It is, however, FECKING AWESOME. And now the voices in my head are even more antsy for me to get a hold of some format of Batman: The Man Who Laughs.

Also, note to self:
Do the layout thing before you leave for school.
(sexyglamjokeromgomg)