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You know what's going to drive me nuts even quicker than simply signing up for fanfic100?

It's that I hate writing drabbles. I mean, if I have a choice between writing something long and writing someting short, I'll write something long. So I have a terrible urge to up the minimum word limit on my own stories to 1000 words. After all, there's no deadline, so I've got plenty of time.

A thousand words a story, a hundred stories. Just watch as I become the major supplier of Terminator fanfic on the Internet. *snerk*

Hmm. I may need to learn more about guns. And explosives. And radiation sickness.

EDIT: I woke up this morning to a thousand people running past my window preceded by a marching band and police cars, and it took me five completely confused minutes to remember that the Steamtown Marathon starts at the local high school today.

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Well, one down and ninety-nine to go. :)

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The more I watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, the more I think Paige is really an Interior Designer Barbie brought to life, although it's less because she's blonde and always dresses in pink and more because she's nearly always doing a little girl's room and they all look EXACTLY the same in the end. "Well, I'm going to paint it pink, and I'm going to slap fairies/unicorns/princesses/butterflies on the walls!"

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