I’ve Made a Huge Mistake.
Just a lot of personal, I’m-such-an-ass bitching and moaning under the cut. You’ve been warned.
Ugh, I feel like my brain has short-circuited. I try to have conversations with people, or write something on Tumblr, and it just comes out as word vomit.
Can. Not. Fucking. Write. Fuck. Sake.
My aunt’s cat has decided that she’s just going to stare at me until I give her treats. I’ll give her treats, she’ll leave, then five minutes later she’ll be back. Staring. Glaring. Glowering.
I actually gain followers when I’m away from Tumblr for a prolonged period of time, and lose followers once I come back.
I’m taking this to mean that I’m more popular when I’m not around. Which is actually as it is in real life, to be honest.
Nothing but love for the people who unfollowed me. I will survive. As long as I know how to love I know I’ll be alive.
You may or may not have noticed, but I’ve been sort of not here lately, because my internet hasn’t been working. But now I seem to be back. Because my internet is working again. If you missed me, then good, because I missed you back; if you actually enjoyed the hiatus (read: the lack of stupid “Bones” posts, reblog after reblog of inane stuff, and so on) then you probably shouldn’t be following me anyway, so go! And don’t come back!
But yeah, I seem to be back. So that’s something.
Fun Fact: When he was a kid of about ten or so, a friend of my sister’s would post stories about the Animaniacs on Prodigy (this was the early to mid-nineties, so it was cutting edge). I imagine this is one of the first instances of fanfiction for a show other than “Star Trek”. One day he got a letter from Warner Brothers, telling him to stop infringing on their copyright or they’d sue him. I imagine this is one of the first instances of a fanfiction writer getting a cease-and-desist letter.
He’s an opera singer now.