Tuesdays usually aren't so hellish

[brightrosefox]

Had seafood for dinner last night again. Had guests over. Made happy work of many blue crabs.

I seem to have vented a bit of frustration in the wrong place in one of the communities. I apologized for sounding angry and snappish, and was forgiven, because apparently I'm appreciated in this community. I dispense decent advice and people like what I have to say. Even so, the idiots live: Some anonymous person decided to try to insult me, called me annoying and didn't like the way I looked. Discrimination! Hah! Coward anyway for posting anonymously in a community. Most communities don't even allow that. Fuck them (or don't fuck them); I still feel good about myself. Why the hell do people feel the need to jump all over someone like that? Does it make them feel happy? Does it get them off? Having been a recipient of the standard vicious teasing as a child, I still don't find insults and teasing to be particularly amusing, nor do I feel that they accomplish anything. Does anyone?

I think I'll have some brownies for a snack before dinner. I deserve them.

Picked up two romance novels at Barnes&Noble. Have no idea why. I just like Nora Roberts, I guess.

Yes, I am being uncommonly succint, even slightly brain-dead. Work was a bitch. And I didn't have a leash. I'm going to continue working on my critique of Dawn's novel chapters, and then write a bit of my own. I've had some incredibly wonderful scenes weave their way into my head today. My characters are quite happy that I have reinforced the talent, as it were.

Comments

[morningstar4.livejournal.com]

People like that have no life, and are usually very insecure. I know it's hard sometimes, but just try to ignore them. You know what kind of person you are and where your talents lie, so who cares what some stranger thinks?

Oh, and, thanks again for critiquing my novel. I'm anxious to read your comments. :)