I got yer RDA of parentheses right here, baby
I hate halfwritten pieces that are more difficult than LABOR to write, but fortunately less painful. Well, probably not more difficult than labour. More difficult than some labours, I'm sure. Probably not mine. (For the record: 51 hours and a broken tailbone that still aches in damp weather and on hard chairs. No drugs. I am apparently INSANE.) (For the other record: I am quite aware of the case of the reappearing U. I can't help it. Blame my father.)
This is quite possibly the weirdest thing I have ever read. It is kind of peripherally worksafe, and I am NOT responsible for any brain injury upon reading it. (link from
opts.) I mean, I love it, but it's STRANGE.
Apparently some people in Alabama want to make us believe that slavery wasn't horribly bad.
I had vivid dreams that made me think about the niece I lost the phone number for. (Not that any of them would /want/ to hear from me anyway.) (Not that I am bitter about that.) (Much.) (Often.) (Step AWAY from the parentheses.)
Coffee and breakfast time, I think.
This is quite possibly the weirdest thing I have ever read. It is kind of peripherally worksafe, and I am NOT responsible for any brain injury upon reading it. (link from
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Apparently some people in Alabama want to make us believe that slavery wasn't horribly bad.
I had vivid dreams that made me think about the niece I lost the phone number for. (Not that any of them would /want/ to hear from me anyway.) (Not that I am bitter about that.) (Much.) (Often.) (Step AWAY from the parentheses.)
Coffee and breakfast time, I think.