Sigh...shiftless blabbering...

Sometimes, i dream that lanning will write more Sports Night.
Sometimes i dream that i'll find angel /lindsey that i haven't read before.
i dream i'll catch up on Therapy and Borderlines...i dream that i'll finish that Summer damn thing...
maybe i'll lose weight, maybe my writing will improve, maybe i'll be inspired enough to start drawing--*really* drawing again...
i dream my garden is beautiful and healthy...sometime i think lj is the best thing that ever happened to me and sometimes that it's the worst thing.

i know one thing-i have to go the fuck to bed...you know what's nice?
being liked. it feels pretty good. i like you guys. there are so many cool people in the world.
i want you all to come over, we'll have lunch. but not tomorrow, i've got to pelt people with material goods. sorry.

Wheeeeeeew.

Thank God I'm home again. It was a long day, shleping around Targe-hell today. I had to cashier, is that what you call it? Accept grubby money from dozens of total strangers...eeeeewwwww! *wash hands, wash, hands, wash hands* I tried that smiling and "Thank you for shopping Target" thing, but it wasn't working for me. Days like this I'm glad I live in Jersey where people look at you like you're doing smack if you smile and be polite. A hearty, "Hey, hunh? Yer blockin' the aisle, you and your cart and your fat ass. Move it." is generally sufficient. kidding. kind of.

Anyhoo--I'm going to put my feet up, drink some coffee, wonder how I'm going to write myself out of this hole I dropped myself into with Dear Lucas and Lex and see what comes up. Plus, I do want to wrap up Strange boys. The *most* fun ever writing those goofballs, I swear. I've never laughed while writing porn before, but I tell you...heh. Good times, good times.


Gosh, I really am a blabbermouth lately, hunh? Tsk, tsk.