THIS IS HOW THE FIC WILL END.

I am writing a fic that is currently 3500 words long and should have ended 3500 words ago. Why am I even writing it, I ask myself. (The answer is: I just want to write the final scene.) Why is every fic I write a bit worse than the previous one, I ask myself. (The answer is: suckage needs no explanation.) Why are my D1 so un-D1-like, I ask myself. (The answer is: they're tricking me.)

(I'm so good at blaming everyone and everything else.)

Contemplating trimming down the flist. It's not something I usually talk about, I kinda just go and hit defriend rather than make a post giving reasons/telling people to say aye. But there are people who I comment to every now and then, but they don't reply to my comments or comment on my entries. That's saying something, right? I should take the hint and bugger out of people's lives, hmm?

Turning attention back to work. And fic. Oh fic, why don't you just self-destruct?

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My old estate agent has cheated £370 (US$650) from me because they said, on several occasions, that I could do something, but then later said I can't.

Anybody considering renting or buying - don't use WJ Meade.

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Somehow it's slightly annoying to find old LJ friends still alive and active out there, they just ditched their LJs (and LJ friends) to play with (possibly) cooler kids.

And they make an LJ post once in a blue moon to show off the awesome things they've done and what awesome people they are. And then disappear again.

They also probably changed their phone numbers and didn't think to let me know.