but why is the nano site down
how am i supposed to compulsively update my word count without the website
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NaNoWriMo Nonsense. Jenna and I had gone to Kennedy loft one day after dinner because there was a write-in going on that night.
As you can see, it uh. It was crazy in there. (Nobody was there.)
So we went and looked for another place to write. We went everywhere, it was crazy.
We managed to get into the basement of Siebert Hall, and I had to find a toilet, and almost got lost in the south dorm tunnel system and it was kind of terrifyng, but I found this board, and freaked out, and Jenna and I took pictures with it, because everything is NaNo and nothing hurts. (That was a lie. Only just now breaking 10k. Yay. /kill me)
“It was gonna be tough. He was going to have to:
A) Abduct a person
B) Kill the person
C) Do the above undetected
D) Manage to dispose of the body in some way”
Unrequited Love Fucking Sucks
A Poem by Elliot Grayson
She stands away
I want to tell her
But I cannot
Because like
What if she said no
That would suck a lot
Like
Oh man the amount of suck would be exponentially proportional to the amount of “never” insinuated in her tone
Yeah, it’d be really fucking bad
