Jul. 11th, 2011

thene: Happy Ponyo looking up from the seabed (Default)
It sucks when insomnia just comes down to 'but I wanna write a bit', oh god there is no time for anything ever. :/ I've massaged pyg up to almost 2k lately but it is still the most hopeless thing ever, no really, I have an enormous notes file of dissected concept STUFF that should be in this fic and it is intimidating the everloving fuck out of me because I lack both the verbal and irl smarts to deliver. /headdesk

All M and me talk about lately is moving. The most amazing, blessed, privileged thing ever is having room to completely fuck it up. I am simultaneously seeing the next 6 months coming up fast & being unable to see past the end of any given week. This is verging on time compression idk.

My feet are kinda better. I'm wondering if I should tell G that the only reason she's still alive is because I don't care about her enough to kill her or whether I should just cut her off without saying another word, lol so much for trying to have irl friends. Oh, and M and me saw some stupid movie about giant robots on Friday and we argued about all the creepy rape fantasies in it all the way home but agreed that it would have been much better if all the human characters in it had been removed except for Alan Tudyk (or if all the human characters had been played by Alan Tudyk). I was very disappointed that the bad guys didn't win. Their evil masterplan was one of those evil masterplans that is vastly more interesting than the status quo. Alas, was not to be, they had to go back to same old same old with lots of rape fantasies or someone somewhere might stop making money.

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