Evil! I tell you. A few minutes ago, I was into paragraph #4 of the piece that was supposed to be here. I accidentally hit the Enter key, and when I clicked Backspace to go back into my paragraph, everything I had written disappeared. Never to be seen again.

For those of you who don't sit and watch over my shoulder while I update SRT, I write these pieces, for the most part, when I come to update. I just make it up as I go along, so there was no separate copy of the rant that was supposed to be here. I know you're all dying to know, so I'll summarize: Saying that I would meet people at college who would write for me was a terrible, terrible thing for me to do. It was a vast underestimation of my people skills, which honestly, are close to non-existent, and I never should have given anyone false hope like that. I'm a bad, bad person who should be condemned to do nothing but wash endless amounts of dirty laundry and clean animal, mainly rodent, cages for all of eternity. So since I've already got the masochism thing down...back to the summary. [here, I sat for several minutes, staring at the screen and trying to focus and remember what the hell I was going to say.] Also, my standards are probably way too high when it comes to writing, because I have come across exactly zero people who write decently, with "decently" meaning that I read something of theirs and was not overcome by urges to rip their throats out and/or yell at the paper, which is unnecessarily mean to the paper anyway. See, I'm a little obsessed with good writing. Which isn't always a bad thing. In my world, poetic license is often abused, and I like it that way. Phrases as sentences? Sure. Make up new words? Totally acceptable. Start a sentence with a conjunction? I do it all the time. The thing people don't seem to get is that "all in moderation" is an excellent motto. Incomplete sentences are fine if they're used for effect, to direct attention and to emphasize a certain point. Using incomplete sentences because you simply lack the skills to know how to use them correctly or to even know if it's correct is bad, annoying, and frustrating. [here I sat for few minutes and admired my grammatically incorrect split infinitive. I decided I rule.] Now this summary is running longer than a summary should, so quickly: I ranted some more about my sick, sick perfectionism in writing (my own personal definition of perfect, of course), talked a little more about my obsession with the way things sound (namely, that I count awkward words or phrases as a huge error, but that those errors make me overthink word usage and babble about it to people who don't care, much like what Im doing here, not get all mumbling and mean), and was in the middle of getting back on topic when my work was deleted.

Oh, and as a side note, I do mumble to myself. A lot. Sometimes, if I'm pissed enough, I mumble loudly enough for others to hear, and I like to think that when that happens, my creative use of curses and made-up names amuses them (this was the case when I angrily mumbled at a Mock Trial practice in high school, and for egotistical purposes, I choose to accept amusement as the default response).

So there. I rant. I babble. I overthink absolutely everything, and I'm incapable of condensing it. But you're the one who read it all, so you might as well applaud my waste of space. Go me.

Note to readers: I don't like this piece, but I'm leaving it here because at the moment I have nothing else. Come back in a few days or a week, and it'll more than likely be gone. Also, please ignore the large empty space under this. As mentioned, Tripod is evil. If I had the skills to fix the empty space, I wouldn't be using Tripod's [previously] easy easy easy web page builder.