have waded into the desolate wasteland that is the q/o master/apprentice archive. not that there's nothing good, you understand, just that there's also quite a lot of bad. after enough immersion in slash, passable becomes good and good becomes outstanding.
22 May 2002
my dad is pestering me to get off the internet. have i mentioned how i loathe dial-up? and why? so my little sister can use it for her pressing "homework." "i have to look something up," she said with an earnestly self-important little smirk.
i'm trying to think of a good revenge. refusing to illustrate his stories... too unsubtle. shut up. i can be childish if i want to.
where's my kk? oh yeah. work. *grumble*
when are you going to realize i don't blame you?
i'm trying to think of a good revenge. refusing to illustrate his stories... too unsubtle. shut up. i can be childish if i want to.
where's my kk? oh yeah. work. *grumble*
when are you going to realize i don't blame you?
oh. before i forget. i dreamed last night that i was swimming through, like, a huge gross lake which i knew was sewage even though it didn't smell, with my mom. there were a lot of other people in it too. and i was holding on to a beach ball so i wouldn't sink, but i was getting tired and my hands were slipping off it. then my mom found one of those floating reclining rafts and we grabbed it and were using it to swim together to the far side. also there was a bit where i had to wade through the edges of another pool, where it was a foot deep or so, but the ground was this disgusting muck i refused to identify that my feet were sinking into. people wanted to kill me once again. yay. i'm getting used to that as a theme.
i have all these emails i need to answer. i'm going to, i promise. some day. some day... soon.
i have all these emails i need to answer. i'm going to, i promise. some day. some day... soon.