Sometimes I have been wondering what's
going on with the author and why he's been slacking with his writing. When I
visited him, his eyes were glued to his DS. It took a while for me to get his
attention, but I already figured out why he's been so lazy.
"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Get
off your ass and continue working on your shitpost of a story!"
"Get off my back, will ya?"
he muttered.
I sighed and started looking through
his pictures. A lot of them contained a lanky guy with green hair. I asked the
author about him.
"That's my boyfriend." was
his response.
"Oh, shut the fuck up," I
jeered.
I know what you're thinking, and, yes,
it's pretty disgusting how he's pretty much inserted himself into this story.
The story will progress tomorrow. Please excuse the self-insert and the fourth
wall break that is this journal entry.
-Katrina
