writing, drawing, and drugs and sex...
We call that the hook. *grins*
You know, as glad as I am that I'm no longer contemplating suicide once a month, thanks to no longer taking Paxil(or as it's also known, the DEVIL) I confess, I miss the flip side. That scarily good good GOOD mood I'd be in for a couple of days after. Geez, I miss it. I miss writing and thinking "HOLY SHIT! I'm a fucking GENIUS!!!" So much more satisfying than, "Hot damn, I don't suck all that much!"
When I compare writing to drawing, I'm much more satisfied with what I've written than anything I've ever drawn. Weird that. In fact, I can't point to any drawing I've ever done and call it good. The most I can say is okay. Maybe the color worked, or the line, or a shadow--
On the other hand, there are a couple of stories I've written I think are pretty good,and one or two I think are damn good.
That's right, I said it. I feel stupid now, but I'm not taking it back.
So the other night, I had a dream about a girl with a penis!! I know it!! Normally, I'd be all ick. But this dream was so odd. In this dream, I was at dinner with the Fam and flirting with my waitperson (as usual--I always flirt with the waitperson) who happened to be a cute girl (she looked sort of like Aisha Tyler—who personally I like but not enough to kiss, so that was odd) and way too young but in the dream I was younger too. Ah, black hair. I remember you... anyhoo, I somehow ended up in the garden of this restaurant with her and we were kissing and goodness, it was such a nice kiss. It really lingered--you know how you can feel your lips all warm from it for hours? It was like that. Nice. And then she said, look, and I looked down and there--my word. What a surprise. Nice looking dick, though. Sadly, I had to refuse. Married, after all.
So ther ewe have it, Sex, drugs-sort of. No rock and roll. sorry. *G*
You know, as glad as I am that I'm no longer contemplating suicide once a month, thanks to no longer taking Paxil(or as it's also known, the DEVIL) I confess, I miss the flip side. That scarily good good GOOD mood I'd be in for a couple of days after. Geez, I miss it. I miss writing and thinking "HOLY SHIT! I'm a fucking GENIUS!!!" So much more satisfying than, "Hot damn, I don't suck all that much!"
When I compare writing to drawing, I'm much more satisfied with what I've written than anything I've ever drawn. Weird that. In fact, I can't point to any drawing I've ever done and call it good. The most I can say is okay. Maybe the color worked, or the line, or a shadow--
On the other hand, there are a couple of stories I've written I think are pretty good,and one or two I think are damn good.
That's right, I said it. I feel stupid now, but I'm not taking it back.
So the other night, I had a dream about a girl with a penis!! I know it!! Normally, I'd be all ick. But this dream was so odd. In this dream, I was at dinner with the Fam and flirting with my waitperson (as usual--I always flirt with the waitperson) who happened to be a cute girl (she looked sort of like Aisha Tyler—who personally I like but not enough to kiss, so that was odd) and way too young but in the dream I was younger too. Ah, black hair. I remember you... anyhoo, I somehow ended up in the garden of this restaurant with her and we were kissing and goodness, it was such a nice kiss. It really lingered--you know how you can feel your lips all warm from it for hours? It was like that. Nice. And then she said, look, and I looked down and there--my word. What a surprise. Nice looking dick, though. Sadly, I had to refuse. Married, after all.
So ther ewe have it, Sex, drugs-sort of. No rock and roll. sorry. *G*
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And if it'll convince you, I'll tell ya every day that you are a genius and your stories are totally awesome. :D
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Ahem.
So anyway, I would be hard-pressed to find anything you've written that I wouldn't recommend. So you must have the bad stuff hidden away somewhere?
And dream lovers? I gave up on them ever having anything but my husband's face whenever things got really good. My brain is obviously stuck on "There can be only one...". I shall spend the rest of my life wondering, 'cause there never was another. Hey, that sounds like a great country-western song. Hmmm.
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You should always think that because you are. You should get a sheet of paper and write in huge block letters “I am a writing goddess” cos you are.
//So the other night, I had a dream about a girl with a penis!! //
Was her name Kimora Simmons? :)
// And then she said, look, and I looked down and there--my word. What a surprise.//
LMAO!!.
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It's a dream...GO FOR IT!!!
In my dreams I'm always the one with the dick. I guess that's why I'm so PISSED when I wake up :(
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On the other hand, there are a couple of stories I've written I think are pretty good,and one or two I think are damn good.
Your writing IS damn good. So clearly, by recognizing that fact, you are simply showing good taste. *nods*
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Sexy, i mean.
Weird, yes. But not sexy.
*is lame*
*twirls you*
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When I compare writing to drawing, I'm much more satisfied with what I've written than anything I've ever drawn.
Ditto.
Wonderful dream.
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My dear, you have some weird dreams. Though I kinda had a similar one a few years back.
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Your writing
(Anonymous) 2007-04-20 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)I am one of the silent masses who lurk LJ; I'm sure you have many, many more fans than those who so faithfully comment on your stories.
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