I’m scared to send my stuff to my editor—BARELY ANYTHING. It’s all SHIT BUT in my eyes, IT WAS… okay. Shit + okay = Still okay. I’ll send it.
“I’m so sorry, I was… I was busy… with stuff—”
“Sorry? Busy with… STUFF!? WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE IS THAT!?”
“SOOOO SORRY! I JUST! I COULDN’T THINK OF STUFF—”
“TELL ME A BETTER EXCUSE NEXT TIME AND I’LL LET THIS GO.”
Well… that situation is still okay, because SHE WOULD LET IT GO NEXT TIME! But it’s true, I barely did anything because I COULDN’T FUCKING THINK OF ANYTHING GOOD besides the scary-ish intro. And then all I was doing aside from not writing anything good was making ComiPo! art tutorials. I bet she was looking at that and was liek,
“Bitch isn’t getting things done. I knew it. All she was doing was MAKING FACKING ART TUTORIALS rather than WRITE THE FACKING STORY.”
“…………………….JUST. Let me try to come up with stuff on MAI BLAHG OHKEIIIII!?”
My editor is on Skype so I… might… log on in a bit… OR NOT. OR TOMORROW. OR THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. OR NEVAR IN MY LAIIIFF. I’ll see what story-ish STUFF I can type on my next post… if I can come up with anything… before I actually send my work…
“GAWD YOU BITCH STOP POSTING SO MUCH. SERIOUSLY YOU FUCKING ANNOYING BITCH.”
“I can’t help it. I wanna talk about LAIFE.”
“This isn’t about life, dimwit.”
Life, my life, or not… I’LL STILL POST SHIT!!