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I have three stories on the go at the same time, and I can't think of anything to write for any of them. I can't even think of anything to write here. I've lost the ability to write anything at all funny, sharp or meaningful. I can no longer use words to create an effect.
I have nothing to do and nowhere to go and I hope tomorrow never comes.

Why?!

"So believe me now, I'd only lie to you."

Where is that book? Damn you Amazon, what does "deliver" mean to you?
Plus the fact I have no e-mails cause Hathor and Aloysius have fucked off somewhere and I have no LJ comments because no-one fucking well likes me (jeez, I wonder why?!) and there is no gen fanfic left in the world, and I'm reading slash filth which is insiduously traumatising me bit by bit. There's nothing to do ever and nothing to see ever and I'm on the internet, therefore connected to the whole world and I'm still fucking bored. What does that say?!?
Fuck the whole world. I'm sick of this.

Tsunkatse

The Rock just made a guest appearance on Star Trek: Voyager, giving the world another chance to see his uniquely wooden brand of acting! He had to play a Pindarian gladiatior fighting against Seven of Nine in an alien gladiatorial ring, and he did it admirably. Tsunkatse!

Fish

A man just came by selling fish door-to-door. What the fuck? Who sells fish door-to-door? Don't people have anything better to do?
Anyway, he left us his card. Yeah.... next time we need forty eight boxes of fresh sea halibut, we'll be sure to call you....

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Enid likes slash! Yay!!!
I admit it, I'm obsessed too. The one I sent her was short, sweet PWP - and me liked!
Enid - click here for more of the same.
Wouldn't call it cute though - tell me what you think of my own stuff - you're the only person who's read it cause Heliopolis won't take it!
Em, godamn you and your shippyness! And as for Harry Maybourne for SG-1 - what the fuck?!

Ooh, lookit - the pic - I'm very happy about it!