700,000 Drunks Can't All Be Wrong
So much for my resolution to update frequently. But, knowing my life, I should have known better than to actually believe that I'd live up to that one in the first place. I'm nothing, if not destiny's bitch.
So, on that note, everything has been insanely hectic but, for once, drama free. Mardi Gras was a great time, even if it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 35 degrees all day and I lost feeling in my legs somewhere around 10:30 in the morning. It was worth whatever minor suffering we went through, but it usually is. Where else can you find a guy that will ask you to show him your tits and then propose marriage in the same breath? You've just got to love the inner workings of the drunken mind. Personally, I'm not at all inclined to flash random guys for a string of beads that are worth approximately a dime but, apparently, I must be in the minority. Oh, well. I've always been happier avoiding the crowd anyway.
Also, I feel a great need to celebrate because, finally, my writer's block has broken!!! I'm finally free! For whatever reason, I couldn't sleep last night and the whole story just poured out of me. Of course, it's nothing like the one that I've been forcing myself to work on in an attempt to just finally complete something, but now I have hope that I'll be able to finish that one too with no further problems. It's my first Supernatural fic and my first ever slash fic, so I'm a little nervous about this one. After a little tweaking I will post it, though. Hopefully, It'll go up sometime tomorrow.
So, on that note, everything has been insanely hectic but, for once, drama free. Mardi Gras was a great time, even if it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 35 degrees all day and I lost feeling in my legs somewhere around 10:30 in the morning. It was worth whatever minor suffering we went through, but it usually is. Where else can you find a guy that will ask you to show him your tits and then propose marriage in the same breath? You've just got to love the inner workings of the drunken mind. Personally, I'm not at all inclined to flash random guys for a string of beads that are worth approximately a dime but, apparently, I must be in the minority. Oh, well. I've always been happier avoiding the crowd anyway.
Also, I feel a great need to celebrate because, finally, my writer's block has broken!!! I'm finally free! For whatever reason, I couldn't sleep last night and the whole story just poured out of me. Of course, it's nothing like the one that I've been forcing myself to work on in an attempt to just finally complete something, but now I have hope that I'll be able to finish that one too with no further problems. It's my first Supernatural fic and my first ever slash fic, so I'm a little nervous about this one. After a little tweaking I will post it, though. Hopefully, It'll go up sometime tomorrow.