Charity

Given that I haven't seen a paycheck since May and won't until October, making a donation isn't quite in my budget as much as I want to help with the Katrina fund. So, I can do what some other fanfic writers are doing, in exchange for some of my readers making a donation I'll write them a ficlet (just to be perfectly clear this is their reward for making a charitable donation and not a payment to ME), characters of their choice (You guys already know who I don't like and wouldn't do well with so be kind and also realize outside of Tara/Willow slash requests  will become buddy fic). You can pick a time period and something (s) you might like in the fic.

OR you can pick one of my wip's and I can work on a chapter for them. If you want a look at my wip's head here back to that WIP promise I made in June.

Letters to the little annoyances

To one of my classes: to the five of you who want to talk all thru class and mock the students ACTUALLY interested in what I'm saying, you will be dealt with in a manner suited to your childish behavior.

Same Subject different section - slamming your notebooks and sighing heavily when big words are introduced will only irritate the hell out of me and I will, as I did this time, point out that I took said big word out of a HIGH SCHOOL textbook and don't think it's asking much a COLLEGE student learn what endosymbiotic hypothesis is especially when it's typed out on a slide that I've HANDED to you so you have to do no actual work.

To My Stove - Yes I hate you and you know it. Any stove that can NOT heat anything unless set on the top setting is annoying in and of itself and the fact that the top setting means you'll char anything to ash in moments is even more enduring. I personally thought you reached the maximum limit of my patience when you boiled over simple unadorned water and stripped off all your own chrome but no, today when a small pat of dropped butter hit your ineffecient heat-leaking surface and you CAUGHT FIRE really, that was the best. Please keep in mind my diabetes means I have to eat grainy nasty flaxseed/soy/wheat pancakes, you flambeing them is NOT helping.

To the rude little boys who live in my complex - when adults are talking do NOT interupt them especially when they are paying 8$ to buy shitty candy off of you for your class project

To my landlord - stopping to talk to me when I'm outside and you can't sneak by and telling me that my ceiling fan hasn't been forgotten and will be fixed when you get around to it does not make up for the fact that I waited at home THREE days on you in the mornings nor the fact that the heat pump man never showed either, doesn't mean I've forgotten that these things are broken. Let's see how you feel if I pay rent 'when I get around to it.'