Nienna Telrunya [
Contact]
03/13/05
Spinach makes me feel alone.
Hello, all. I'm a writer and a beta (so if anyone needs one, give me a ring) and really do not have very much to say about myself. Sigh, such is life.
Life is not being able to say much about myself? That's really sad, Nienna. I mean, life should be so much more. After all, what is the meaning of life? Barbequing cashew-pickles? But that would mean that so many people miss the meaning of life -- everyone, in fact, because despite my insistance to the opposite, there really are no such things as cashew-pickles.
Besides, I don't like barbeque sauce.
Sigh. So the meaning of life must be to blather on about absolutely nothing while claiming it to be a philosophical conversation. Bleh. This is too confusing. If you need me, I'll be exploring the world of quantum physics; it's so much simpler.
Yes, that was sarcasm.
Kind of.
[
Report This]
Rated: 1st-2nd Years •
Summary: It’s Harry Potter’s Seventh Year in Hogwarts, and Lord Voldemort is close to overthrowing good once and for all. He’s got it all: a goblin desk, Albus Dumbledore’s quill, one billion, two thousand, six hundred and ninety-eight slaves and a secretary…not to mention the entire world. It’s time to put himself into the history books properly - as the evil genius he is. Unfortunately, Lord Voldemort has a bad case of writer’s block…with hilarious consequences.
Categories: Humor Fics
Characters: None
Warnings: None
Series: None
Chapters: 6 |
Completed: Yes |
Words: 9134 |
Hits: 17298 |
Published: 02/19/05 |
Updated: 04/24/05
[
Report This]