For some reason, I've spent most of the past weekend reading books by Karen Traviss. They're Star Wars books and technically only one person dies but jesus fucking christ, they are the equivalent of injecting angst directly into your bloodstream. Why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to read these things?
I'm going to go marathon a bunch of episodes of The Clone Wars, since '3D-animated children's show' is about the highest level of complexity my emotionally defective self can handle. I swear, I wish I could just read books like a normal person, I used to do it all the time, but everytime I do these days I end up feeling gutted.
I'm going to go marathon a bunch of episodes of The Clone Wars, since '3D-animated children's show' is about the highest level of complexity my emotionally defective self can handle. I swear, I wish I could just read books like a normal person, I used to do it all the time, but everytime I do these days I end up feeling gutted.
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Date: 2009-05-25 03:54 am (UTC)From: