Going To Hell...Who's Coming With Me?

So far this year, I have written 596 words.

This happened while I waited for the buzz from the NYE auction house dance party in WoW to wear off.

Now there are cookies to bake, and then, perhaps, more words.

I rang in the new year by playing WoW with my sister* and writing ridiculously self-indulgent, schmooptastic shipperfic that no one but me will ever see. I don't even feel guilty about writing ridiculously self-indulgent schmooptastic shipperfic that no one but me will ever see, and in fact, I keep reading back over it and purring at it.

Speaking of things that make me purr, on the RP front the Shadowrunner/Barricade showdown is rapidly devolving into violence porn**. ♥ XD I kind of approve of this start to the year. And by "kind of" I mean "so damn much". ♥

I think I need to consider swapping out some of my icons, if only because I don't have one I really want to use as my default right now. Hmmmm.

So far, the closest thing to a resolution I have is "write the damn character profiles for Rattrap and Airazor so you can bring them into the game, dumbass." (Yes, their apps have been approved, I'm just not happy enough to post them for everyone to look at. Because I have standards. Or something.) My other resolution may be "do not give into the temptation to app Sharpshot." Because really, the last thing this game needs is a pink Ranger. >_>

Speaking of the RP, we could still use players. *stares meaningfully at you all* Grown-ass players. As opposed to irritating fanbrats.

FAILED at the Hundred Hat Project Two: Acrylic Boogaloo, with a final total of only 75 hats. Stay tuned for me to launch into the Hundred Hat Project Three: Revenge of the Stitch as soon as I get my knitting mojo back.

MAI DRUNKPOSTING. LET ME SHOW YOU IT.


*We started out with SRS QUESTING and ended up hunting birds for their eggs so we could make eggnog.

**This thread may yet need a warning; Cade's player and I be enjoying ourselves a bit too much.