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[apocalypsos]

This is my deal to myself. If I get to 20,000 words today, I get to go down to the 7-11 tonight and buy myself a pint of Ben and Jerry's Half-Baked Frozen Yogurt.

Wish me luck! *goes off to type like a maniac*

EDIT: I'd love to know why the only spam I get to my Yahoo! email is all golf-related. It would make sense if I were like any other member of my family and actually gave a damn about golf, but since I never play golf because I didn't get the family not-that-far-from-a-golf-pro gene and suck at it, never buy anything golf-related, and only once in a while check golf tournament listings just out of curiosity ... yeah, WTF?

It's really sad when it makes more sense that I'd get porn spam than it does that I'd get golf spam, isn't it?

HORROR-MOVIE-LOVING BUDDY OF EDIT: Hee ... I love writing this story, if only because each chapter is an excuse to get more and more comically gruesome with every passing paragraph. *bounces up and down happily*

Comments

[penmage.livejournal.com]

Look what you did. Now I need to go eat ice cream. Fmph. I hope we still have some peanut butter cup stuff left in the freezer, or I'll go on a mad ice cream rampage and blame you.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Hee ... well, if I have to be blamed for anything, I supposed an ice cream rampage is better than most things. ;)

[seferin.livejournal.com]

No. Its sad that you notice and kvetch about the fact :P

[bumponalog.livejournal.com]

I always liked the idea of tying someone to a big electromagnet attached to a crane, carrying them over a bunch of scrap metal.... you can write the rest.
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