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Don't you hate it when you go out of your way to be nice to someone, specifically someone who's had it harder in fandom lately then I have, and all it does is make the artist bitch and whine even more, all because of a completely harmless thing you said? (And you mean NO sort of offense whatsoever?) I'm sorry, but that's like giving a plate of chocolate chip cookies to someone without any, only being slapped across the face because you used a brand of chocolate he hated. See if I bake cookies for you again. Pessimists make me sick, because they CAN'T appreciate what they have. (Okay, so maybe that's the wrong time to bring THAT up, but still. They're like fucking leeches)

I wish I had an exorcist. Mainly so I don't have to be so angry all the time.

Now to go back to my second run of ShtH. (And no, I do NOT need to hear it, 80% of my flist)

...Garfield 2? Someone build a skyscraper and throw me off it.

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Yep. Won't be long before I completely stab Black Doom in the back. (Pure*Dark Hero Ending)

Look at that. I come home for five seconds only to realize the sound on my computer no longer works. Definitely confirms I'm staying over for another night. Nevermind, sister fixed it.

And I'm cranky. I should be brainstorming for that Contest*Sonadow instead. It's what I've waited so long for, haven't I? Months and months and months? Gods, if I don't do anything for this contest, I swear to hell I'll be gutted. But if it turns out to be rushed uninspired crap I churned a few days before the deadline, what am I to do then? I don't want to waste the entire June of my 3-month-summer vacation worrying over some Sonadow fic.

Yet all my mind wants to do is write weird/cultist/creepy/dark ShtH fic. Yeah, super helpful when you're trying to kick two hedgehogs into the mountains, only to have purple aliens floating around and their leader contemplating in their temple.

First I learn "Redefine" by Soil can't be burned onto a CD 'cause apparently, it's Mp3 type is unreadable or something. Now I can't find a blank disc to burn the stuff I can. Oh, how I love my life.

But yeah. See some of ya in River Styx I guess. I have a bad feeling this built-up anger is gonna hurt someone one day if I don't get my act together. But how?