In other news, I smell like a christmas tree and my hands are still sticky after washing them three times. Yes, that's right, I've been doing yardwork.
*smooches to all*
I am happy in my squeedom.
*smooches to all*
( Mini-squee of Castle v. The Sentinel just because )The other day when reading the warnings on a fic, knowing that it was angsty, I scanned to find out if it had a happy ending. Finding no indication either way, I thought to scroll to the bottom and read the end. Gasp! When did I become *that* person? Once, I disdained those who read the end first, or at least strongly identified myself as *not* one of them. No offense intended to anyone who does read the end first, by the way.
I always just enjoyed the story, *for* the story, whether or not the end was happy. Now, I find that I have become a wimp.
From now on, I am re-dedicating myself to reading good stories, happy or not. And I will firmly squish that part of me (I suspect that this is where my muse comes from) that cringes at the hurt-with-little-comfort stories, the dark!fics, the death!fics, the *shudder*-- breakup stories.
Long live good reading!
Down with the tyranny of sugary sweetness!
*smooches to all*