One time my sister made a bunch of gingerbread cookies and gave them all elaborate backstories. One was a guy in jeans and a white tank top who had a heart condition from when he only barely escaped drowning in milk. His name was Darrell.
Actually I posted about it on Tumblr here so you can just read all about it, enjoy
Have I mentioned how fucking irritated I am that all the work dried up on WritersDomain because I am so fucking irritated and trying to figure out how to get articles accepted through other channels is so nervewracking ugh ugh
Actually I posted about it on Tumblr here so you can just read all about it, enjoy
Have I mentioned how fucking irritated I am that all the work dried up on WritersDomain because I am so fucking irritated and trying to figure out how to get articles accepted through other channels is so nervewracking ugh ugh