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Sep. 15th, 2003 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsI'll do the entry I was going to do now instead of the one where I was pissed off at fandom ( that MX one had been a long time stewing I tell you )
I've been writing today, but what was a pretty happy trickyfish has turned angsty. I shouldn't be surprised really, I can't seem to write anything lately without a heavy dose of angst. It doesn't matter what fandom I'm doing, it's all pain, hurt feelings and misunderstandings. I swear if I wrote Jim and Blair having a romantic dinner with all their friends celebrating their relationship a bloody bus would come along and crash through the window. Blair would be on life support with Jim sitting by his side begging him to wake up. Then he'd die, and Jim would die of a broken heart. But they wouldn't reunite in the afterlife, oh no, they'd be on different levels or something.
I was enjoying writing my trickyfish, then Lance's huge ass of a boyfriend started calling Chris names and damaged his wrist. Which is something I didn't see coming until I was sitting writing about a mismatched verbal fight in a restroom.
Hee, writing's fun sometimes.
I've been writing today, but what was a pretty happy trickyfish has turned angsty. I shouldn't be surprised really, I can't seem to write anything lately without a heavy dose of angst. It doesn't matter what fandom I'm doing, it's all pain, hurt feelings and misunderstandings. I swear if I wrote Jim and Blair having a romantic dinner with all their friends celebrating their relationship a bloody bus would come along and crash through the window. Blair would be on life support with Jim sitting by his side begging him to wake up. Then he'd die, and Jim would die of a broken heart. But they wouldn't reunite in the afterlife, oh no, they'd be on different levels or something.
I was enjoying writing my trickyfish, then Lance's huge ass of a boyfriend started calling Chris names and damaged his wrist. Which is something I didn't see coming until I was sitting writing about a mismatched verbal fight in a restroom.
Hee, writing's fun sometimes.
