late nights, bright lights

That was entirely a waste of my time.

I vote next time, I don't write the whole thing. And you know they're all going to have a problem with it. And when we don't get one hudred percent, they're going to blame me. But I did the best I could. I mean... I tired. And I had to watch seemingly endless episodes of Star Trek today. It ate my writing-capacity.

Curses.

Seriously though, it's not half bad. My character and Amanda's are the best ones. We're adorable without being too ew.

I love that we picked my idea. I love that I got to not get utterly shafted this year [though Katie has returned to her regular self, so it could still happen].

A Little Snippet

Victoria: Aw, shit!
Stacey: Please don’t swear. I don’t like it.
Victoria: Oh… shit, I’m sorry.
Stacey: [begins to cry again]
Charlotte: Oh, there’s no need for tears. Saltwater doesn’t make the flowers grow.
Katherine: Oh Christ.
Victoria: Shit, that’s lame…
Camille: If I was your mother, I’d wash your mouth out with soap!
Victoria: If you were my mother, I’d hate you too.
Charlotte: Oh my, now I think you’re being a little harsh. You don’t really hate your mother.
Victoria: You’re right, at least not as much as I hate my father.