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That's right, bitches.
Nov. 1st, 2006 02:23 amI'm fucking doing NaNoWriMo.
And I'm fucking finishing it this year.
So fuck you all!
(I don't mean fuck you all. Although I might like to.)
And no, you can't read it. It's too fucking artsy. OK? But you can fucking read my fucking word count meters every day. If I'm not gaining at least 3% a day, fucking kick me. OK?
That's right, bitches. This thing is on. I am pissed the fuck off and I am channelling it into the least fucking angry thing I will ever write. Therefore, FUCKING FUCK FUCK.
Now that I've offended, bemused, or alienated you all, here's my FUCKING word meter.
If I were actually concentrating, I could probably do about a thousand words an hour. Right now, I'm at about 711, or 11-12 words a minute. Fuck that shit, my WPM is 55. BRING IT ON, I NEED WINE AND WOMEN.
And I'm fucking finishing it this year.
So fuck you all!
(I don't mean fuck you all. Although I might like to.)
And no, you can't read it. It's too fucking artsy. OK? But you can fucking read my fucking word count meters every day. If I'm not gaining at least 3% a day, fucking kick me. OK?
That's right, bitches. This thing is on. I am pissed the fuck off and I am channelling it into the least fucking angry thing I will ever write. Therefore, FUCKING FUCK FUCK.
Now that I've offended, bemused, or alienated you all, here's my FUCKING word meter.
If I were actually concentrating, I could probably do about a thousand words an hour. Right now, I'm at about 711, or 11-12 words a minute. Fuck that shit, my WPM is 55. BRING IT ON, I NEED WINE AND WOMEN.
