So, it's finals week. And, just in time, Mom is suddenly developing a new allergic reaction to something. As she's never before BEEN allergic to anything, tracking down the source is taking up much time and effort, so I'm not getting to review for finals much or finish any projects.

And then, there's the fact that goddamned STUPID people keep bothering me.

"WAHHHH! I'm not 18! I can't read your mature-rated stories!"

Noooooooo... you don't say? It's only rated for 18 and up ON PURPOSE. And yet, you selfish little bastards insist on crying to me about it as if I give a damn.

Let me assure you: I DON'T.

Either have a birthday or LIE ABOUT YOUR FUCKING AGE like any reasonably intelligent person with an IQ higher than paint thinner would do!

Why you expect me to care that you're not yet 18, I do not know. What - you expect me to magically change the rating on the story just for you, because you're such a SPECIAL snowflake? HA! No.

Neither do I care that "nobody understands you" and that your life "is a living hell of aloneness." Just thought you'd like to know.

I'm going to try to get at least five minutes of studying done. Peace out.