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7/29/13
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so ask me why I love it?
I'm a measly 1000 words into my MOL sequel. What's holding me up is this lazy not wanting to research. I've got to do music and TV and movies and places...usually much fun but I'm just kind of dragging my feet.
In the mean time, I had some kind of weird ass frickin' J2 a/b/o dream and that's not even much my flavor. Bleah. It was really odd, not a lot of visuals but strangely tactile and that hardly ever, ever happens. I don't feel things or smell stuff that often in dreams. It's mostly all visual and rampant emotions. *shakes head* It was seriously weird. I think I need to stop reading stuff that makes me gnash my teeth, too. Why do I love torturing myself this way? With the reading and the triggering tropes? Is it like my version of self-abuse only without the blood and scaring?
Watch, I'll end up trying to write my way out of it just like I tried to write my way out of a horrible rape dream I had once. Hello, Firebird, looking at you.
My birthday's coming up soon. I'm going to be 59. You know what that means? It means no one wants to hear about your sex life anymore, no matter how good it is. I'm going to start lying about my age. From now on, I'm going on 70. That way folks will be like, "Girl, fuck me you look FABULOUS!" See how that goes? If I tell folks my real age, they're like, "*wince* Ooo, damn--you sure? I woulda said 60-some. Hunh."
Oh well, let the good times roll. Toujours gai and shit. ;)
I'm a measly 1000 words into my MOL sequel. What's holding me up is this lazy not wanting to research. I've got to do music and TV and movies and places...usually much fun but I'm just kind of dragging my feet.
In the mean time, I had some kind of weird ass frickin' J2 a/b/o dream and that's not even much my flavor. Bleah. It was really odd, not a lot of visuals but strangely tactile and that hardly ever, ever happens. I don't feel things or smell stuff that often in dreams. It's mostly all visual and rampant emotions. *shakes head* It was seriously weird. I think I need to stop reading stuff that makes me gnash my teeth, too. Why do I love torturing myself this way? With the reading and the triggering tropes? Is it like my version of self-abuse only without the blood and scaring?
Watch, I'll end up trying to write my way out of it just like I tried to write my way out of a horrible rape dream I had once. Hello, Firebird, looking at you.
My birthday's coming up soon. I'm going to be 59. You know what that means? It means no one wants to hear about your sex life anymore, no matter how good it is. I'm going to start lying about my age. From now on, I'm going on 70. That way folks will be like, "Girl, fuck me you look FABULOUS!" See how that goes? If I tell folks my real age, they're like, "*wince* Ooo, damn--you sure? I woulda said 60-some. Hunh."
Oh well, let the good times roll. Toujours gai and shit. ;)