Damaris

On the other hand, people are also great. Now where's the snow? I want snow. Everyone else has snow.

Make there be snow.

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(I know I still owe people questions, but my brain's not generating them at the moment - sorry. I'll get to it.)

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More from my magazine, for your general amusement or, y'know, whatever.

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I am in pain. Pain, I tell you.
"Ireevocable flare", for fuck's sake. What on earth am I meant to do with "ireevocable flare"?
I wish they left the e-mail address of the authors attached to the articles, I'd really enjoy telling this one what I think of them.

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Someone's mentioned me on the LJ valentine's thing.

You'd think this would be a good thing, wouldn't you?

But it's clearly a joke. I mean, it clearly is. And somewhere out there there's someone sitting laughing their arse off while their mates shriek "I bet she falls for it! I bet she believes you!"

Well, I don't believe them. And I'm not falling for it. Which is a damn shame if it's real, really, isn't it?

God damn the bastards who made me feel like this. God damn the kids who every year decided on a different way of getting me to suffer the most humiliation possible. I hope they never know how much they've fucked me up, because they'd have to kill themselves and I don't want their deaths on my conscience. I want to get over this. I don't know how to.

Sorry. But, y'know. Argh.

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...and she's right, it is most definitely fear-inducing.

"Insert the eyes to secure the hotdog in the holder."
Wow. That's really...um.
~fear~

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Yes, I have probably finished posting today now. Probably.