You're milling over an article for It's Pop and you come up with the perfect thing to say and way to say it, but you're in the fucking supermarket, and by the time you get home and can write properly, all that will be left of it is a watered-down pale imitation of the original creative impulse.
Also, weebly is a pain in the arse to edit on my tablet, and I need to teach the spell checker how to swear.
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I'm fucking hilarious, me. How do I know? Because I say so, naturally. I regularly make myself laugh with dumb popo stuff, character statements being a particular source of self-amusement.
Case in point: Time is merely a man-made construct to count down the moments until death. Happy New Year. Well I laughed. Boo to you if you didn't :D Or this: I have an above average lollipop *blushes* Literal lollipop but also dick joke, oh the endless hilarity!!! Yes, I'm terribly sophisticated, I know. ENDPOST (cos you don't want to read a rant about psycho nutjob stalker harasser dickwads, do you? Okay, show of hands, who wants that?) "No no, my characters have very distinctive personalities - this one is a blonde slut who hangs around London shagging all day every day, but the other one is a brunette!"
I kid, I kid. Well - no, it's a bit fucking pathetic really, isn't it? But yet, totally kidding. Maybe. Plausible deniability is where it's at, folks. Meanwhile, in my own Popoland, kind of abandoned the poor kiddies in (oh there's that fucking town again - seriously, start hanging out in more varied locations, folks) London. Thematically appropriate, I guess, but I really need to get back to them and what they're up to there. So that's going to be my thing for the next week. Well, that and a little bit of Banj does feminism :) |
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