I'm over here trying to get work done, so short of an international incident, no more Twi-spam today.
ETA: You know what? Regarding some comments made around here, I'd like to pose a question to y'all. People keep being nasty about Stephenie Meyer's weight--the most recent ONTD post I saw had a thread about "secret internet fatty no more!" (I mean, that's ONTD, I expect that from them. But still.) I'd say "How would you feel if that were you?," but for all I know, you really are in shape, or you'd say, "Well, I'm not famous so whatever." So let me put it to you this way: I know a lot of y'all feel protective of me. I know because you've told me so. Any time I worry about angry fans coming over here to flame me, the pitchforks immediately come out and everyone swears undying loyalty.
I'm heavier than Stephenie Meyer. And I don't have the excuse of being a mother of three, either.
How would you feel if I somehow became famous and the ONTD "lol fatty" thread was about me?
Just... think about that next time "zomg she's so hiddy" springs to your fingertips. I mean, as far as your opinion on her writing, you know, go for it, because it's sink or swim when it comes to a writer's actual talent. But apparently I'm going to have to spend a year cross-training before I dare publish.
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