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07 July 2006 @ 02:39 pm
All about me, glorious me  
Hi fans!

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. I am going to tell you a little story. All about me. Glorious me! Oh and that pesky twinny of mine...

Once upon a time there was a (bleh) girl called pim and she discovered a monstrous place called the CBB. She hadn't been there long when she caught the drabbling bug and produced a many-splendoured-cliffed drabble. What pim didn't know, however, was that these cliffs weren't really down to her because she was just too nice to write such things. No, there were more evil forces at play in St Andrews. And in the Derbyshire wilderness.

One afternoon the following summer on the weary commute home from the hospital (the non-death-bike had got a broken brake and poor pimmy was reduced to taking the train) pimmy found herself writing a glorious cliff which was followed up with the death of young Bridget. Pim was rather upset by this and, trying not to cry on the train, knew that it couldn't possibly be right - she'd only killed mam off a couple of pages previously. Ahh, silly girl, she should have listened for the mocking laughter in the next carriage as I flew away from her.

Back in St Andrews, pimmy retrieved her story about Sharlie from the drawer and had begun posting it, wibbling a little over the double death that was fast approaching. She hadn't intended to kill off poor little Bridget and knew that she was going to get into Rather A Lot of Trouble for it. And that she did.

Signing into MSN after a hard slog in the library one day, pim was greeted by hordes of angry CBBers all wanting to kill her for having killed Bridgie off too. Pim panicked and hid under the desk. Emerging only to type the words... it wasn't me, it was my evil twin. 

The truth she had so long denied was now out in the open and I, glorious I, unleashed myself upon the CBB *preens* Frankly, the place has never been the same since. Better, I feel.
b_lizb_liz on July 7th, 2006 02:26 pm (UTC)
Aren't parties only for good girls?