Some things I cannot change

You know what's way disturbing? When, bored at work, you decide to search for yourself on Technorati. And you find yourself. And it's some chick on LJ writing about seven authors she likes, in this case Warren writers. So I'm looking at the other names and long, loving descriptions of why y'all rock, going "yeah, yeah, yeah", and then there's me. "Emony. She is responsible for the Warren ficathon! Good times! And she's written some fic too."

*blink*

I suppose I ought to be grateful I made it on to anyone's list at all, even if it is just because I rounded up other, *good* writers and nudged them into writing.

*pout*

Not that I care, obviously. I write for me, etc.

*pout*