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apocalypsosSo ... that means Adam doesn't have to release that absolutely wretched wheel-of-cheese official AI song, right?
Fuck, just for that much, I think Adam's the winner in this scenario.
Kris is adorable and wee, but I'd actually PAY to see Adam perform with KISS again and I hate KISS and live music, so.
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HO, SHIT, THEY CUT SALOME?! AND SALOME'S ASS?!
AND BRANDEN'S STILL THERE?!?!
Daaaaaamn. I think Jonathan's going to win the whole damn thing, really, but I'm still rooting for my douchey underdog. Even if I'm terrified he's going to get dumped next week.
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So somebody called me out on the anonymous feedback meme on my incredibly horrible habit of not answering feedback. Which, really, I don't blame them for.
I am sorry for that, really. I used to be really good about it, too, for fuck's sake, and then I started posting fic right before I had to leave for work, and twelve hours later I'd come home, get a nice pick-me-up out of my emails, go to bed, roll out of it in the afternoon with just enough time for a shower, a sandwich, and another story, aaaaaaaand fast-forward to now, when I barely write fanfic anymore, and I'm currently only just scraping up enough mental energy to work on Heroine Addiction.
Which, honestly, is not an excuse. My apologies.
It's really a good metaphor for my current job situation, for crying out loud, where first I was just getting the occasional layoff and then I got an actual layoff and planned to just take a little bit off to finish The Grand Prize Winner and now it's been almost three months and here I sit, jobless and tired and broke and starting to get more than a little stressed out. Which means my dishes don't get washed and and I keep telling myself I need to update my resume and then decide to have a fudgsicle instead.
I'M GOING TO TURN INTO THIS AND THEN YOU'RE ALL GOING TO BE SORRY. HMPH.
My cat would like you all to know that he has solved the potential problem of me performing some cheesy maneuver straight out of an after-school special by falling asleep across my forearms. So there's that.
Fuck, just for that much, I think Adam's the winner in this scenario.
Kris is adorable and wee, but I'd actually PAY to see Adam perform with KISS again and I hate KISS and live music, so.
*
HO, SHIT, THEY CUT SALOME?! AND SALOME'S ASS?!
AND BRANDEN'S STILL THERE?!?!
Daaaaaamn. I think Jonathan's going to win the whole damn thing, really, but I'm still rooting for my douchey underdog. Even if I'm terrified he's going to get dumped next week.
*
So somebody called me out on the anonymous feedback meme on my incredibly horrible habit of not answering feedback. Which, really, I don't blame them for.
I am sorry for that, really. I used to be really good about it, too, for fuck's sake, and then I started posting fic right before I had to leave for work, and twelve hours later I'd come home, get a nice pick-me-up out of my emails, go to bed, roll out of it in the afternoon with just enough time for a shower, a sandwich, and another story, aaaaaaaand fast-forward to now, when I barely write fanfic anymore, and I'm currently only just scraping up enough mental energy to work on Heroine Addiction.
Which, honestly, is not an excuse. My apologies.
It's really a good metaphor for my current job situation, for crying out loud, where first I was just getting the occasional layoff and then I got an actual layoff and planned to just take a little bit off to finish The Grand Prize Winner and now it's been almost three months and here I sit, jobless and tired and broke and starting to get more than a little stressed out. Which means my dishes don't get washed and and I keep telling myself I need to update my resume and then decide to have a fudgsicle instead.
I'M GOING TO TURN INTO THIS AND THEN YOU'RE ALL GOING TO BE SORRY. HMPH.
My cat would like you all to know that he has solved the potential problem of me performing some cheesy maneuver straight out of an after-school special by falling asleep across my forearms. So there's that.
