|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2009-09-16 20:18:00
|Current music:||Vertigo - U2|
The night is full of holes / as bullets rip the sky of ink with gold
You ever write one of those scenes, step back, and realize that you needed to write it out, but it's not going to make it into the fic proper? It's like, okay, now I know what happens and how it all fits together, but I'm still a little frustrated that I put in the time and it's not going to go into my total wordcount. *grumbles and puts my Mythbuster muses away for the night*
How to prevent rape! No, for real this time.
Reason number 20394 why I love the President.
Also, I rode my bike up a Big Hill today! I was tempted to give up halfway through, but I made it all the way to the top! And then my thighs exploded and I died.