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Okay, I need a little inspiration, writing-wise. Sort of a kick in the ass to get me working harder on the rewrite of DMIDS.

( So, a contest, of sorts. )

*squeals*

Note to self: Never leave your deodorant on the windowsill when it's going to drop below freezing overnight.

*shiver*

Now there's a glacial movement in my armpit. Nice.

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My paycheck didn't arrive in the mail today as it usually does.

I know it's probably because of the holiday, and I'd better damn well get it tomorrow considering how many hours I worked last week.

If it isn't here tomorrow, I send in my flying monkeys.

And if I call up tomorrow morning and they give me some bullshit story about not getting my timecard, I take the diapers off the monkeys before I send them to attack. Try scrubbing that off your windshields, dumbass.

EDIT: Random thought while cleaning my room ... I think I love my mommy, if only for teaching me seemingly insignificant tips that have kept me from being grossly humiliated in public.

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I've officially given up cleaning my room to sneeze loudly, play mahjong solitaire, drink a Smirnoff, and watch a movie in which Jon Bon Jovi gets decapitated with flying shrapnel.

Oh, yeah. Life is good.

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( Well, I suppose since I got you people to pick your Golden Globe winners for fanfic, I should do it just because. )

Well, that's out of my system. And it only took me an hour and a half to write!

Hmph. It was either that or fling flaming pumpkins in the general direction of my temp agency.