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F A M E by spazyspag

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I twisted my ankle again. For the fourth time in as many days. and now my other ankle is hurting for I don't know what reason. I'm waiting for it to finally give up and snap on me. I'm contemplating the idea of just chopping my ankles off and sitting in one those Rascal things, you know, the automated electronic chairs, because then at least I can sit while zooming my way to school.

Speaking of school, I hate working in groups. I used to think it was because I was always the one stuck doing all of the work, but now I realize that it's just that I don't particularly like people. and the fact that I'm always the one stuck doing all the work. I have grown lazy, and therefore like to think that everything will be finished because I blink at it.

*blinks at her unfinished WiPs*

*listessly pokes stories on hard drive*

Will someone write my stories for me? I'll love you forever!

Am also feeling extraordinarily hypocritical. I've had absolutely no feedback on Enigma since the panic attack from the first chapter, and it makes me greatly sad. Even though I'm a dork and have constant panic attacks over everything. ;_;

How do you people deal with me?

I forgot what I was going to say. Bugger.

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We deal with you because we love you, dear. ;)

And, yes, I do think you'd taste good with ketchup. *lick*

but -why- do you love me? I'm wibbly and strange and did I mention the regular panic attacks?

And of course I taste good with ketchup. -Everything- tastes good with ketchup. :P

I love you because you're you and I'm me and we are us. So there. Mleh.

That clarified alot of things. :P

I thought so. Clear and concise and to-the-point, I am.

ahahahaha-ha [blinks at own WiPs]

[climbs into the same boat you're in]

Lovely weather for sailing, yes?

First of all *kisses* for your twisted ankle.

And I deal with you because I love you so much so there. :P

Indeed it is.

*points*

There's clouds over the horizon!

oooooh! it... it... [squints]

Really?

*squints* Oh, my god, it -DOES-!!!

Wonder what it's censoring...

*rows closer for a better look*

Love you too.

[stands up excitedly and point] Yes yes, closer! It's getting clearer now! It looks just like a--

[SPASH; falls into water]

The moral of the story: Don't stand up on boats, boys and girls. [bows]

*applauds*

Lovely performance, dear. ^^