Sex, Drugs and Death Eater Rock

My budget is going straight (Het? EWWW! <- note to myself, at least try to avoid bad puns in the middle of a fukken sentence) to the Eternal Void, my apartment has changed its state from being "messy" to being "so chaotic I guess I could summon Azathoth here". I think that even I don't believe that I have a floor anymore. At least I am not able to see it.

Well, the only things I am worried about are my WIPs, my rather lousy grammar and my limited vocabulary. (The problems of a writer whose native language is not English. Argh, now I sound like I am trying to make pitiful excuses for worse parts in my fanfiction. I hate myself and I want to dieXD) Oh, and how to manage to keep my LJ account and my IJ account in balance, especially as they certainly end up being mirror images of each other anyway.

On the other news, my muse seems to be back again. I have IMO rather beautiful, somewhat poetic ficlet about young Tom Riddle in its first draft phase. And I even invented a new, great Dark Art curse ...in a very garbled Enochia. Go me.

And trying to learn how to use this damn thing. Due to the livejournal's despicable attitude towards the better side of fanon (and my endless interest in show-offing), making an IJ account was decided by precious me. <- gee, sentence raping. (Should change "sentence" to "Gryffindor" and "raping" to "evil dubcon".) So very interesting, isn't it? No.