Go me

Around 12 pages of the nameless Trigun fic done. Just finished the "last night" scene; onto the mocking and the angst, not necessarily in that order! But...tomorrow. I'm so tired i'm dizzy, so I think I'll sleep now. I feel nice and clean after my shower. Mmm. Bed.

Jesus Christ

This is fucking pathetic.

*snicker* One of the responses:

"Why not just challenge someone to sell their soul to the devil himself?

I accept your challenge, unfortuantely, I am not sure how to make the transfer. Does the devil have a website? e-devil.com? I would rather make this transaction electronic, if possible. What is the going rate for souls these days? A couple million dollars? Sex with a movie star of my choice? I just don't want to get ripped off, you do understand I am sure.

If it is too hard to sell my soul to the devil perhaps I will just run down to the local Blockbuster (owned by those heretic Mormons) and rent some anti-christian anime if that is a more possible challenge than selling my soul. One would think the devil would prefer direct sales however..."

I suck again.

I was just changing my shirt and when the door statred to be open, I rushed for it and shoved it shut. Turns out that I sort of painfully smashed Val's toe. I know it's no one's fault, but dammit, I don't LIKE hurting my friends.

Note to self: next time, lock the fucking door!

Snerk!

Okay, WHO ADDED TO MY QUOTES FILE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?

And how long has it been here?

Heh

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