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Sep. 29th, 2002 09:12 amI was reading these stories when something hit me: maybe I should get off my lazy (shy/scared/spineless/mindless) ass and actually write something to the author 'cause, y'know, I liked 'em. good idea, right?
then I hit her "Email Rules" page.
hoo boy, that's gonna be tough to do. nothing I want spread around (which would be anything); nothing personal, but she wants to know what I liked about the stories, and the reasons for that is kinda personal; and of course, the real killer: nothing stupid.
I have no brain; I turn on my computer and it falls out, I devolve to instinctual reaction. which means stupidity even the fingers typing cringe. after my computer goes on, I have about enough intelligence to grunt responses; get up and go to the bathroom right before I piss myself 'cause, y'know, it's actually painful then; and occasionally get myself sustenance and lubrication, which is mostly because I need the sugar and caffiene to continue imitating life.
I'm seriously thinking about including a link to/copy of this post in that note I mentioned way back up there.
then I hit her "Email Rules" page.
hoo boy, that's gonna be tough to do. nothing I want spread around (which would be anything); nothing personal, but she wants to know what I liked about the stories, and the reasons for that is kinda personal; and of course, the real killer: nothing stupid.
I have no brain; I turn on my computer and it falls out, I devolve to instinctual reaction. which means stupidity even the fingers typing cringe. after my computer goes on, I have about enough intelligence to grunt responses; get up and go to the bathroom right before I piss myself 'cause, y'know, it's actually painful then; and occasionally get myself sustenance and lubrication, which is mostly because I need the sugar and caffiene to continue imitating life.
I'm seriously thinking about including a link to/copy of this post in that note I mentioned way back up there.