Bilious
Has anyone else ever had the overwhelmingly strong urge to send a reply to a fic published on list, that says: 'Your story was beyond shit. I was torn between bouts of laughter and cringing because it was so bad. I hated it with a passion. What were you thinking when you wrote it? Yours, appalled of Tunbridge Wells.'
Humpf. Sorry. Had to get that out of my system after a persusal of today's list mail. I would never really write something so uncharitable to a person, but sometimes, well, sometimes I want to. There!
It's not helped by my feeling like I've eaten Satan's breakfast, dinner and tea for the last week. I am a martyr to my bowels.
Humpf. Sorry. Had to get that out of my system after a persusal of today's list mail. I would never really write something so uncharitable to a person, but sometimes, well, sometimes I want to. There!
It's not helped by my feeling like I've eaten Satan's breakfast, dinner and tea for the last week. I am a martyr to my bowels.
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(sends soothing tummy thoughts) Tried cammomile ? Good for digestive upsets.
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I also empathize with having eaten at satan's table for the past week. Hope you feel better soon.
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And someday I am going to burst through my halo of goodness and email exactly those words you wrote, except I will be "Weeping blood in Pennsylvania," or something like that.
Though less so than formerly, for now I am sort of Zen Fen, and I delete certain people's stories on seeing their name alone. I've got to be very good at that in HP. Still learning who to avoid in Smallville fic.
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If you wanna go to an LJ meet in Reading, can you please join
Thanks, and sorry again :)