Seriously, what's with spam messages? No, I do not want to be inundated with a million messages from random places, such as getting a degree online from Phoenix University or whatever, or buy medication; no I would not like to purchase viagra. No, I do not need nor want to "enlarge my penis" before OR after 2008. For one, I'm a girl and as such lack the proper equipment. And for fuck's sake, I may find women attractive, but I do NOT want to check out your sexy bod on some bogus profile through a link that will undoubtedly kill Poe (my laptop).
That aside, I kill myself with deadlines. Whoops, part 3 of Hellhound novel not yet completed, despite the fact that I had just under half of it done before posting the previous part. I've been busy, sort of. And I'm easily distracted. So now I'm simultaneously trying to write something that's not total crap and procrastinating from doing said writing by reading. And apparently also procrastinating from applying to University. Say it with me: oh holy shitting fuck. I need to get application stuff ready like, three months ago. Since time unfortunately won't cooperate with my needs, I'll just have to settle with writing my personal statement and getting my forms done A.S.A.P. Of course, I should've done that all along, but hey.
Also, in fiction, why the hell do the good guys always get pissed and go "no, you killed Kenny!" (substitute with appropriate name) when the bad guy kills one of their own? Especially when they go there specifically to kill said bad guy? Seriously, even when bad guy says "go home, I am in no mood for games" or whatever. Oooh, ego blow, but fucking hell. It's your own damn fault for trying to kill the bad guy. Far be it that the bad guy actually defends himself and is defensive because you're trying to cut off his head. *rolls eyes* What're they supposed to do, drop their weapons, spread their arms and go "here I am, the sacrificial lamb to your divine justice, oh end my life so that my evil deeds are ended"? Pfft. Get real.
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