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Bro: What the hell were you doing last night?
Fey: *looks up from writing* Hmmmwhaa?
Bro: Fuckin 3am and you were watching something loud.
Fey: Oh. Yeah. I was watching The Taming of the Shrew.
Bro: ...
Fey: ...Shakespeare....
Bro: ...Why can't you watch porn like normal people?
I am such a disappointment, I know. Alas.
I have been rather scarce this week. Not only is the internet being 'bat-shit crazy' but now Totchi has decided to randomly shut down on me for no reason. It makes writing a risky and more invigorating business. I've also been enjoying this place called 'outdoors'. There's this funny bright thing in the sky and a non-electric powered breeze. Mind-boggling.
I hate summer. I really do. But I love that first day when I can jump in the pool and do laps, then float around and under. I was dropped into my pool when I wasn't even a year old and I can't imagine not being able to jump back in every year.
I love the first day I can go to the beach, just after 4 pm when everyone else has gone home and the sky isn't quite so bright. Then I can wander back and forth, or dance around singing too loudly, or get into a knee-kicking fight with the ocean. You've defeated me this time, Sea, but I shall return...
I love when the weather is nice enough that long rides on the Pearl aren't uncomfortable, even when sand off the beach or highway gets in your eyes. She's tempermental, our Black Pearl, but rides like a dream with enough persuasion. I think I'll get a new tattoo to go along, something vaguely piratical and somewhat of a charm. Third time and all.
Aaaand....that was more than I meant to write in this post. What a strange mood. Bah! I need more writey, dammit!
Fey: *looks up from writing* Hmmmwhaa?
Bro: Fuckin 3am and you were watching something loud.
Fey: Oh. Yeah. I was watching The Taming of the Shrew.
Bro: ...
Fey: ...Shakespeare....
Bro: ...Why can't you watch porn like normal people?
I am such a disappointment, I know. Alas.
I have been rather scarce this week. Not only is the internet being 'bat-shit crazy' but now Totchi has decided to randomly shut down on me for no reason. It makes writing a risky and more invigorating business. I've also been enjoying this place called 'outdoors'. There's this funny bright thing in the sky and a non-electric powered breeze. Mind-boggling.
I hate summer. I really do. But I love that first day when I can jump in the pool and do laps, then float around and under. I was dropped into my pool when I wasn't even a year old and I can't imagine not being able to jump back in every year.
I love the first day I can go to the beach, just after 4 pm when everyone else has gone home and the sky isn't quite so bright. Then I can wander back and forth, or dance around singing too loudly, or get into a knee-kicking fight with the ocean. You've defeated me this time, Sea, but I shall return...
I love when the weather is nice enough that long rides on the Pearl aren't uncomfortable, even when sand off the beach or highway gets in your eyes. She's tempermental, our Black Pearl, but rides like a dream with enough persuasion. I think I'll get a new tattoo to go along, something vaguely piratical and somewhat of a charm. Third time and all.
Aaaand....that was more than I meant to write in this post. What a strange mood. Bah! I need more writey, dammit!