You know you read too much pr0n when

[maderr]

The sight of yet another fucking this story contains d/s, spanking blah blah blah leaves you feeling bored out of your mind. Seriously -__- I pine for a nice, simple, vanilla story. The whole kink seen has been worked to the point it's boring as goddamn fuck. I'm so utterly sick of perfectly good stories going he was so happy to find someone who spanked him like he had always secretly desired out of the goddamn blue. I swear to god the whole thing makes me pine for a sticky sweet g-rated story. I'mma gonna write something called Cotton Candy and it's going to put everyone into diabetic shock, I swear to god.

That is to say, I'm going to spend this whole week cranky and vaguely ill because I know I'll fail my test on Saturday, and I don't think it's normal to worry this much about something so stupid. I don't understand why I freak out about driving, when everyone else is so meh about it. Yet more proof that I can write well, but am shit for everything else.

I really can't wait to go home.

Sarah and I bought a new rug the other day. We were *.* when we saw it, but figured way out of our range. The tag said $79.00. Sarah went and asked them if that was a typo. It was not. She bought it. We found out today the normal retail price for the thing is $299.00. Win! \o/