There's not enough bitching

[Brian]

I feel compelled to ask; why do you keep reading the fic you know will hurt you?

Mostly because he keeps begging me.  Really, really begging.

I think ... part of it is his horror at realizing he's an unintentional agent of angst (he seems to _really_ want his story to be happier than it is), and he's constantly trying to 'fix' things and earn my approval (though, what we write is so different, I can't imagine why my input is valuable to him).  It's kind of like watching Akane Tendo fix someone else's cooking mistake.  Wrong, incredibly dangerous, but much like flame, hypnotic to watch ... and ... you kind of wonder what would happen if you were to toss P-chan in there....

I've gone past apathy and into mild anger, though.  Let's see if he can _really_ piss me off and generate one of the good-old-days level flames, eh? :D

[Anastasia]

Live the flaming dream!

I figured it was battered wife syndrome rather than him begging you, but whatever works.

[Brian]

I figured it was battered wife syndrome rather than him begging you, but whatever works.

You say that _after_ I resisted the rant about how in a forum founded on (among other things), fanfiction, I'm probably the last active writer we have left? ;_;

You guys all grew up and moved on.

This is all I have left.

That's something to bitch about, I guess. :\

[Jon]

I want to write! I just suck at it. ;_;

[Anastasia]

I figured it was battered wife syndrome rather than him begging you, but whatever works.

You say that _after_ I resisted the rant about how in a forum founded on (among other things), fanfiction, I'm probably the last active writer we have left? ;_;

You guys all grew up and moved on.

This is all I have left.

That's something to bitch about, I guess. :\

I didn't stop writing. I merely found a different way to indulge my inner writer. RPing is awesome for it! When it clicks, it's like a collaborative project that's going great.

[Kt3]

Hahaha welcome back, then? :D

Sadly, I leave for Basic in a week, so... I can't exactly stick around.

[Anastasia]

Hahaha welcome back, then? :D

Sadly, I leave for Basic in a week, so... I can't exactly stick around.

Oooh, good luck! What branch?

[Kt3]

Army National Guard.  MOS is 25N.

I needed a sane way to pay off my student loans, and getting a normal job didn't look like it was going to be happening anytime soon, so...

Right now I'm realizing just how much useless crap I've had lying around my room.  It never seems like much but it builds up over the years when you're not looking.

[Olvelsper]

I figured it was battered wife syndrome rather than him begging you, but whatever works.

You say that _after_ I resisted the rant about how in a forum founded on (among other things), fanfiction, I'm probably the last active writer we have left? ;_;

You guys all grew up and moved on.

This is all I have left.

That's something to bitch about, I guess. :\

I write. It's just that I seem to write completely outside your fandoms.

[Dracos]

>_>
<_<

I don't write at all.

*goes back to writing side stories for Looming*

Not one bit.

[Dracos]

Diaherra, not so fun.

Weird, I've only eaten salad today pretty much.  You'd think that'd be easy.

[Brian]

Roughage (salad leaves) are among the most difficult things for your stomach to handle.  Especially with nothing else in there.

Here's a link that explains why it goes through you without being digested:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roughage

You can slow your digestion down by eating something before the salad, or (as I do) eating a teaspoon of vinegar before your meal.  Of course ... some parts can't be digested anyway. :)

(Edit: Lawl, wrong link.)

[Dracos]

Today, I pretty much had a 'Come ask for help' sign.

Even when I put up a "Do Not Bother Me, Shit Needs To Get Done" they formed a line inside my cube.  Seriously. -_-' 

[Yuthirin]

Today, I was like King Midas, only everything I touched turned to shit. Seriously, I broke everything I touched. A computer. A printer. A desk. A letter opener. A trophy my sister won YESTERDAY.

Son of a BITCH.

[Anastasia]

You're ice cold today. Go to bed early and try again tomorrow.