MC!
MC is the winner. I’m declaring it. No edits, no drafts, no revisions. Done is done. Send. Cookies have found a home. Yes. The satisfaction I feel in this moment. The chewy chocolate chip pecan cookies belong to her.
Wait…maybe I’m making too much of this. Actually, this could be a chapter. Fuck eroonazole.
YEAH!!!! FUCK EROONAZOLE!!!!
Okay, return to quite wretchedness and scientific objectivity.
Amy was the runner up with the fashion comments. (You don’t want to know the crazy things I find to wear when writing!) But MC’s comment particularly speaks to the desperation I feel at 3:30 AM when my inspiration has left me…but I force myself to keep going. I have taken to talking to myself in those wee hours. Don’t be scared, Rebecca…or Elsie for that matter. Papa is a little crazy. But it will pass, I’m sure. What can I say? I’m good company…and so is little piggy.
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yesyesyesyes i can taste ‘em!
Thanks for the honourable mention. I agree with your choice for winner – it’s a great caption!
Love it.
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