The name's O.G. I enjoy long walks through underground tunnels, extreme practical jokes, and occasional felonies. I am fifty percent handsome, but one hundred percent hot. I am so complex, I have both an inferiority and superiority complex. My dislikes include screeching divas, gossipy stagehands, and people who can't follow the simple instructions I so painstakingly provide them. Morons.

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Note re: Letters - Chapter 7 is actually finished. I just hate it. Passionately. Apologies for the delay; I'll work through it soon.

10/10/11 update: 5,000 apologies. Apparently 'soon' is a relative term when one spends their days underground and sees little in the way of sunlight. Long story short, I got super stuck on this fic, then pulled into other fandoms.

It was never my intention to leave "Letters" unfinished, and I will not be doing so. When I will update, I'm not sure. I hope the time off has refreshed my POTO brain sufficiently to jump start the fic in the way I would like. If not, I will push through as best I can, and settle for being unhappy with it.

Because a mediocre completed fic is a good abandoned one.