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I have one 'review' of Rain Down on LJ that isn't even worth mentioning. Is no-one reading my stuff? FFS, really, it's not hard to write something, anything that gives the idea that at least people are reading it. I don't even care if people hate my stuff. At the moment I seem to be posting into the ether and they're disappearing.

Rain Down took me a whole day to write. Come With Me took me two hours, which for a poem is a lot. I might completely stink at writing but I don't have a clue cos nobody is saying anything.

*sighs*

I'm not in the best of moods because I had a crap weekend and yesterday went to the dogs. My computer is completely frelled to the point it would be more effective as a doorstop. I downloaded a music vid this morning and the picture is jumpy because the processor is so slow.

I want a new one, but I can't afford it. Though I might try the bank for a loan *pmsl*
That is so not going to happen.

Gah.

Sorry folks

I hereby apologise for griping and the hissy fit below.

I know that this is vitriol,
no solution,
spleen-venting
but I feel better having screamed
Don't you?

Oops

ITV's broken O.O

*stares at black screen*

It was sommat to do

“You know what? I’m starving.” Rose announced suddenly.
“Oh ‘ere we go,” the Doctor grumbled. “I suppose it’s chips?”
“Whatever,” she replied magnanimously, waving a hand negligently. “As long as it’s hot.”
The TARDIS groaned to a shuddering stop. “There ya go.”
Rose looked at him suspiciously. “Where exactly?”
“Go see.”

Rose opened the door and found a car park. There was a building with brightly coloured posters plastered to its windows and a large yellow M on a post. “Oh sweet,” she said.
“Oh Rose?” The Doctor called as she headed through the door. “Nuggets. And it’s two sugars.”


Rose is channelling Jack again. *sigh*