UFF - untitled

It's Friday, so heaven help me I'm posting something that's been kicking around on my computer for awhile. I know how the story goes, for the most part, so it's agonizingly slow to get on the page, and none of it reads right to me. It sounds so damn stilted and off. I also cannot for the life of me figure out what to call the damn thing. Based upon characters I play with lynati and quindarprime, though they get passing mention at best.

( WoW fic without title, no warnings save perhaps language )

A long ranty (incoherant?) post for me and my sense of history. Viewer discretion is advised

I think that one of the reasons that when I get depressed, I don't take much care of my personal hygiene is due to the simple fact that there's too damn much time to think in the shower. The rest of this post goes downhill from here, though there's probably not going to be any more mention of my hygiene, so take that however you'd like.

( WoW communities, art, writing, and a touch of philosophy )