And I don't want to grow up if it means becoming like the people I work with. I don't want to discuss 'Veggie Tales' like it's a thing that deserves my attention. I don't want to waste my life away in a cubicle, but I don't know how else to survive financially. I'm just ranty whining now. Ignore me.

Cesspools don't seem to bother me, it seems. Otherwise why would I plow through tons of fic by a girl for whom a) mpreg seems to be a kink and b) has strange ideas about how men talk to each other.

Toy Soldiers fic is something I can live without since I'm in Davey's camp on the kid dying.