OMG HORROR.

[nekare]

I found out yesterday that one of my former classmates from high school is working on tv. *cries* And how do I find out? I go see my grandma and stare at the screen in horror. (Para los que si van a saber de lo que hablo: Han visto la novela esa ESTÚPIDA ESTUPIDÍSIMA de Muchachitas? (el tercer refrito de la novela, para hacerla peor) Bueno, pues la guera esa que tiene cara de pendeja? ESA IBA CONMIGO EN PRIMERO DE PREPA. Oh Dios, era tan desesperante la fulanita, el primer recuerdo que tengo de ella es cuando le dijo al profe de química, en el tono más fresa que un humano ha logrado alcanzar: "Ehhh, mejor me puedo tragar el chicle, profe?" OH DIOS PORQUE LA TELEVISIÓN MEXICANA TIENE QUE CAER TAN BAJO.)

I'm bored. And muse is kinda dead and it refuses to let me finish this fic. *sneers at muse*, so:

If you had me under your command and could make me write anything, regardless of whether or not I know the fandom or if anybody even writes fic in that fandom and no matter how crack-addled it might be, what would you love to see me write?

I'm... most likely not going to write them (because, well, my muse? Pretty much uncooperative as of lately), but I'm rather curious, and well, who knows?

*pokes Heroes so it'll download faster*

Comments

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Haha, half of my flist only read me from my R/S, I'm actually surprised there wasn't a massive defriending when I abandoned fandom XD

Mmm, UST. I do miss that, though... *g*

[kyasuriin.livejournal.com]

naw, we still love you. Just not as much. (j/k)