writing smut. seriously thoroughly dedicated to writing smut now. how did this happen?
03 April, 2008
don't know whether to weep or shoot someone
the high today will be -8C. it's snowing. it's bloody april and it's snowing. i shall go to work, gather some floss, and go hang myself. don't try to dissuade me; i have had enough. no reasonable person can be expected to deal with this outrage. i do not live in the arctic circle. fuck.