I made a twitter account once. Haven't used it in months. Decided to go delete it, seeing as they've shit their pants since I made the account. (And because I don't use it.)

Log in. Find out my account was hacked. They didn't even change my password. Uploading porn for clicks.

See ya, twitter account. I hope whoever hacked me gets really pissed.

Season 6 Episode 23. 10 minutes, 35 seconds.

Filthy Rich: "Your brother was just telling us why he always wears his yoke."

Yoke:

Made of wood and steel. Wraps around necks of two animals, and attaches directly to wagon. Typically used with bovines; not horses.

Collar:

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Warning: Talking about drama. If you don't like drama, get the fuck out.

I have a problem, and that problem is thus: I am lazy. I don't like writing long, drawn-out explanations as to exactly what my thought process is. I like to keep my comments and replies as short and concise as possible; because it's fucking exhausting to have to write ten paragraphs every time somebody takes umbrage with some minute detail that I left out of the discussion.

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Keep in mind that this user is complaining about locking a thread as being 'heavy-handed', yet is perfectly fine with perma-banning (until Kniggly fixes his shit) one of the users involved in the argument.

Taking potshots at me.

While I can do literally nothing to defend myself against your criticism.

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I like tea. I've got like, ten different kinds of tea. I don't drink super often, like a cup a week, so I apparently didn't react fast enough to fix the problem.

My mom apparently decided "Hey, this tea takes up a lot of space in their own boxes, and each box is mostly empty. Why don't I combine all these different flavors of tea—some of which are completely unwrapped and unmarked—into two boxes to save on space?"

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UPDATE:

So, apparently the ban is going to last for 24 hours. So, cancel the notice about not being able to add stories.

Also, please note that I asked for this ban; both literally, and figuratively. That second thread was a blatant jab at Dropbear, and I deserve what I got for it.

TL;DR

Dropbear: Locks thread.

wlam: Hey, fuck you.

Dropbear: Shut up.

Me: Hey, fuck you.

Dropbear: You shut up too.

Me: Double fuck you.

Dropbear: *Ban*

Longer version:

*sigh*

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Been awake for five hours past when I was supposed to go to bed. My brain refuses to work any more. Fucking human needs and their forcing me to be comatose for several hours at a time.

I told myself weeks ago that I was gonna have a new chapter ready to publish today; and here I go, not remembering how goddamn long it takes to just write a couple thousand words.

Well, write them and have them read nicely.

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Pop Quiz, everybody; one question only!

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My birthday is coming on the sixteenth, and I figured that would be as good a time as any to publish a new chapter of ItHotM.

However, that little asshole in the back of my head who's responsible for my depression keeps saying, "It's been over two years. Nobody gives a shit any more."

So... Who gives a shit anymore?

I went to the store about a week ago, and found out they were selling the entire series of Avatar: the Last Airbender for $28.

That's an outrageously good price; especially for what is possibly my favorite animated show. Naturally, I bought it instantly; and went on to binge the whole thing over the course of this last week.

Now, here I am, sitting alone in my room and feeling like some of my best friends moved away.

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