*holds connor in a headlock while trying to beat murphy with a spatula*
My 'current mood' is being ironic.
I shouldn't write fics when I'm tired because I'll probably end up writing shit, but when I'm tired, writing fics is suddenly what I want to do. I want to make John say this this and Harry do that and Murphy say whatever. But. I'm tired, deflated, weighed down, and my head's full of cotton balls. I don't want to recover. I want to be recovered already. I want to skip the sleeping and the resting and just fucking write already.
I open my Fics folder and peruse unfinished documents and I'm like, "Shiiiiiit shitty shitty shitty shiiiiiiii--" and so on.
'Kay, so, like, I have this fic, right? And [cut for excessive whininess]. Like.
Eurgh.
*throttles characters*
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
You insignifiCUNT. Little fuck. Fucks.
I'm tired but I don't want to sleep. I never want to sleep. I wonder if I'll develop some Pavlovian... thing, and I'll end up not being able to sleep unless I feel like the world's fucking me over. *poses dramatically* CHEER UP, EMO FIC WRITER.
And then sometimes, I find these great fics to read and I'm like, "Why do I even try."
Speakin' of which, if you still haven't read and reviewed those BDS fics I recced in my last entry, then, uh... why? Why haven't you? Why?
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
You insignifi
yeah.
I shouldn't write fics when I'm tired because I'll probably end up writing shit, but when I'm tired, writing fics is suddenly what I want to do. I want to make John say this this and Harry do that and Murphy say whatever. But. I'm tired, deflated, weighed down, and my head's full of cotton balls. I don't want to recover. I want to be recovered already. I want to skip the sleeping and the resting and just fucking write already.
I open my Fics folder and peruse unfinished documents and I'm like, "Shiiiiiit shitty shitty shitty shiiiiiiii--" and so on.
'Kay, so, like, I have this fic, right? And [cut for excessive whininess]. Like.
Eurgh.
*throttles characters*
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
You insignifiCUNT. Little fuck. Fucks.
I'm tired but I don't want to sleep. I never want to sleep. I wonder if I'll develop some Pavlovian... thing, and I'll end up not being able to sleep unless I feel like the world's fucking me over. *poses dramatically* CHEER UP, EMO FIC WRITER.
And then sometimes, I find these great fics to read and I'm like, "Why do I even try."
Speakin' of which, if you still haven't read and reviewed those BDS fics I recced in my last entry, then, uh... why? Why haven't you? Why?
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
You insignifi
yeah.