I had to stay at the third floor 'cuz that's where the...THING is. Don't ask I don't know what IT's called and I'm feeling really really lazy at the moment. One: It's HOT. Two: I NEED MY IAMBIC PROSE FICS.
That's^ actually the reason why I wasn't able to post at all yesterday. I spent the entire day in my room reading fanfics while eating Doritos with the air-conditioner at full blast.
Iambic Prose = Ghost Writer/Danny Fenton(Phantom)
Yeah.
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I am SO addicted to Iambic Prose right now...Seriously. And I used the WHOLE word. THAT's how serious I am.
Some of you may not get that, but if you read some of my past posts then you'll probably understand. Or maybe you don't really need to 'cuz-NEVERMIND. I kinda' forgot what I was going to say/type there...I'm pretty sure it was something witty...
Anyway, there's this one fic that really made me cry. I CRIED OVER THE IMMINENT DEATH OF A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. Yep. I'm in too deep. There's no turning back for me now. Never really thought there would be but one can only hope...(WTF am I saying in this sentence...!!!? F*ck it, Ghost Writer!)
