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I had all sorts of weird dreams last night… nightmares about getting raped/murdered (haven’t had one of THOSE in a while, and this one was by someone I KNEW), nightmares about being a real estate assistant trying to help sell a HAUNTED HOUSE (totally a book idea!!), and about being Conan trying to solve a mystery w/ the detective boys and I finally got so fed up that I got out my smart phone and looked up the resolution on the DCW wiki and it still didn’t make sense so I solved the case and threw my phone at the culprit and told him that he was stupid and a jerk.
ug,.gh… being sick is such a grabbag of wtf
I had all sorts of weird dreams last night… nightmares about getting raped/murdered (haven’t had one of THOSE in a while, and this one was by someone I KNEW), nightmares about being a real estate assistant trying to help sell a HAUNTED HOUSE (totally a book idea!!), and about being Conan trying to solve a mystery w/ the detective boys and I finally got so fed up that I got out my smart phone and looked up the resolution on the DCW wiki and it still didn’t make sense so I solved the case and threw my phone at the culprit and told him that he was stupid and a jerk.
ug,.gh… being sick is such a grabbag of wtf
Reblog if it’s okay for people to come into your askbox and ask about your OCs
Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.
Reblog if it’s okay for people to come into your askbox and ask about your OCs
Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.
The demon dug its hooves into the roof of the car, but it didn’t quite make a dent. It wasn’t all that heavy or tough, but it also wasn’t a quitter.
The Estate was just up ahead; we came to the brick wall on our left, and Theo gunned the car harder. He and Lauriette whooped while my mom, Limerick, the jackalope, and I held on for dear life.
“How are we getting rid of this thing, again?” I yelled, hoping someone would hear me over the engine, tires, and the frightened cries of the demon.
i feel bad for the jackalope now
The demon dug its hooves into the roof of the car, but it didn’t quite make a dent. It wasn’t all that heavy or tough, but it also wasn’t a quitter.
The Estate was just up ahead; we came to the brick wall on our left, and Theo gunned the car harder. He and Lauriette whooped while my mom, Limerick, the jackalope, and I held on for dear life.
“How are we getting rid of this thing, again?” I yelled, hoping someone would hear me over the engine, tires, and the frightened cries of the demon.
i feel bad for the jackalope now
ickaimp replied to your post: “writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea. me: this…”:
Writing on cold mess can be either the greatest or worst decision evah. Ya never know what you’re gonna get when you get off them, brilliance, or gibberish.
Probably a mix of both. It’s part of why I like doing NaNoWriMo so much… you’re writing so much, so fast, and in such a delirious haze that often times brilliance pours from you and you don’t realize it until you’ve had a month or six to recover and you look back and go “wait I don’t remember writing this… this is actually pretty good???”
it’s such a fun and confusing feeling.