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fail, nanowrimo

nanoisms 2008!
Need to finish this app. Yes. Later. Right. Great. ANYWAY, NaNoWriMo is soon. GO AHEAD AND ADD ME. And I was going through the new NaNoisms thread for this year (here) and looked to see if I still had my stock of them from last year, and lo and behold! And I realized I never shared any here. And yes I realize that sharing/saving typos is silly but I don't care they are amusing.

Hot tea and a platter of oh so delicious beef-filled pastries oh yum I want so now! Dangit, Pushing Daisies! Make me want beef balls and ruin my story. Maybe when I hit twentyk daddy will buy me some yummmm. Maribelle dived right into the food and drink, in an attempt fulfill the authoress' wishes.

I have no idea what that one had to do with Pushing Daisies.

He said, and saw that a few of the others gathered in the search party gave him rather annoyed glances. Which was so noty sly at alls so like, he is FAILING so totally badly now the motherfraker.

She was in a cheery mood, and she needed a dance party, so she wasn't about to let Hawkins go that easy.

... I think what was wrong with this was ~DANCE PARTY. In medieval like high fantasy, there are no ~DANCE PARTIES.

And then another silence fell over them, this one a lot more uncomfortable than the one they had had when they were journeying here. It was like a ripple of silent sihtfjnjsvnn what the hell I am takking about omg failfailfail! It was as if the static between the two fo them had exploed into suckage.

“I jumped into the river. And, obviously, that was a really bad idea. Because drowning is made of FAIL THIS PARAGRAPH SUCKS DANGISH TALLY WHAT ARE YOU SOING is noit very good, as I am sure you know.”

Mathias couldn't help but break out with a bright smile on his face and am I talking about sunlit pimples or something?

Which, without the thick blankets that had been covering her, made certain that the cold of early winter bit at her. As did the slow moving plot, and worry the authoress had over this scene and whether it was even still early winter at all. So, she rubbed at her chilly legs, trying to warm them before getting out of bed.

No, just since the night before last, but Riley was saying it was unlikely you'd ever awake. Much less alive.

If there had been anything Trishana had been not expecting it was wait what IS she expecting then? WHAT I ASK YOU WHAT. Oh well, whatever. If there had ever been a thing that Trish no wait fauk. AT THIS MOMENT, what Trishana least expected was to see Tallualh so instead here came Maribelle like a chicken with her head cut off.

the cold grabbing at her like a fat kid for chocolate cake

ripping at her violently as if she had just eaten it';s lunch

Mmm. Lunch. I could use some lunch.

Daisy said, reattaching itself from Jared.

Daisy is a girl. And Jared's little sister.

On any normal day, taking hold of a person would be like stealing sweets from a dead raccoon.

Natalia was at a comeplete loss of sanitu because, oif course, the authroess hadn';t written from her point of view fro some chapoers.

Jared wished he could just explain to her how he felt, but IT WAS HARD, OKAY?

Adelaide screamed, and picked up the first object she could get her hands on- a blue magical fire lit lamp-, and held it up as an object.

Might be more useful as a weapon, Adelaide.


Which reminds me I need to go write an outline for this year... Oops.