Side Note to Nothing

I just realized that I have an incredible number of folktales and stories in my head and I'm not sure where I got 80% of them. Which is really annoying when I can only remember almost everything and what I can't remember is usually the end.

A Post

A post to wish Happy Birthday to one of the most wonderful and special people on earth. This is a day for us all to rejoice. And all the nasty people in the world who don't see how incredible you are shall cry.

Me? I laugh and hug you.

The Pause Button Has Been Pressed.

A moment of reflection.

(This is actually the exact thoughts that are passing through my mind. I am such a weird dork.)

I am a published author. Completely. My name is the only one on the byline. This is mine. My work. My work has been published. School sucks. I'm a published author. I have a check. A big check for an article. A piece of writing I did. Me. My name. Published. What if humans reproduced through parthogenesis? Published. Check. Money. Anime. Published. Me. Published. Where the Hell did I read that story and how did it end? I'm PUBLISHED! WHEEEEEEEE! EHeeeheeeheeeheeee.

And now we return you to your regularly scheduled lives.