Well, once again, I entered a writing contest, and would you look at that? Not one single mention of my story. I don't know why, it might be because it was rated Teen when most of the others were Mature. Maybe I'm not as good of a writer as I thought I was. Or maybe I shouldn't even bother writing stories for contests.
I am a crossdresser. Let’s make the terminology clear right now. I am a heterosexual cisgender male who likes to wear women’s clothes. I am not gay. I am not transgender. And while I personally don’t mind if someone uses the term “transvestite” to describe me, I choose to use the term “crossdresser,” because it eliminates the prefix “trans-” and thus most confusion as to my sexuality and gender identity.
Before I begin, well-known writer Estee is having some major trouble and is asking for help. I don't know this person but some of you probably do. Let's see if we can't get a thousand points of FimFic light together.
Now on to the blog!
MANIC MUSK ON MARIJUANA
On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... 5 NUUUUUUUUUTSHAAAAAAAAAAAAACKS!!!...
Calling Loving Submission a mistake may have been a tad bit premature on my part...
That's true, by the way, not just a cheeky two-year-old Lil Nas X reference. I really have been working on lots of stuff over the past year or so: a few TV pilot scripts that I'm generally okay with as learning experiences, some networking-type stuff here in LA with other "pre-WGA" (which is our fun term for "aspiring" [which is our extra-fun term for "unemployed"]) screenwriters, a couple other things here and there that I definitely
IN WHICH I AGE AGAIN
It's my birthday (later in the day) and I'm… getting drunker. Sorry I don't have a story ready to go yet. I really wanted to but I had business to take care of this week. So instead, enjoy TheFatRat. Happy Un-Birthday, y'all!!
15 More days before the egg nog is gone...
Alrighty, kids, today I've got two different vehicles for you. Neither of them were particularly complex diagnoses, but both have cool pictures with lots of diagnostic wires added.
First, though, y'all know what to do.
Merry Christmas Eve! I can’t promise any legendary Elf Artificers in this blog, but I can promise the end of Tell Your Tale, Season 1. Depending on how you feel about it, that might be even better.
“I need breakfast for tomorrow, but I really don’t want to have packaged dumplings for the third time in a row. But I also don’t have enough time to make breakfast in the morning...”
*light bulb*
“I know! I’ll just make breakfast today and reheat in tomorrow.”
“Eggs and milk and banana and flour and sugar and salt, this can’t not go wrong in the slightest!”
...
“I don’t know how to make pancakes.”
“I don’t have the strength to flip them.”
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http://www.lit-hum.org/2012/04/emily-dickinson-attends-writing.html
Somehow, a friend thought I might find this both amusing and relevant.
Please note, though, that not all of the negative feedback I've ever received on a story was of this type. Not by far! 
Tonight, I went to a Chinese restaurant.
The lady behind the front counter was white.
Our waiter was Arab-American; the other was Hispanic.
The only other people in the restaurant was a Polynesian family gathered around a table in the middle of the room.
Number of Chinese people in the Chinese restaurant: 0.
But at least I still got an Engrish fortune cookie (You will always have good luck in you. Personal affairs.)
...I dislike Rarity episodes. Quite a bit. I like the series and its characters because they're not superficially girly-girl and stuff, but the Rarity episodes move off in that direction more often than not by the very nature of Rarity's profession. I wouldn't exactly say it's a BAD thing for the show to cater more to its target audience, considering I and most people here are decidedly not such, but I literally do not care about the fashion aspect of this universe. As such, I'm not
I've been working on my Mega Man animation since the 1st of January, and only now have I been able to build up over a minute's length of the video. I've cut corners with details in the animation just to save a little time. Was gonna put a bed in the background of Unique's room and everything, but nope. Had to slap a painted wall piece instead.
It is that time of the year again, 18th February. Age went up to twenty-one. Is this really already the third consecutive blog post I made on me getting older?
What this means for me now is actually super complex and long to explain.
Falls off bed.
Drags self to computer.
Vomits.
Drags self to bathroom.
Combs vomit covered hair.
Vomits.
Drags self to computer.
Clicks new chapter for Home is for the Weak.
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