[to get my fair share of abuse]
So: baseballbaseballbaseball a low buzz beneath my skin, tap-dancing, slow jiving, what-the-fuck-have-you. Spring and winter and rain and slush beneath my feet, grey skies are gonna clear up, coffee and an apple fritter are not part of this complete breakfast. The sky a striking blue, streaking grey and black, pretty. I love my fingerless gloves (they are stripey). I need a hair cut (I hate making phone calls).
It's been a weird few weeks, sleep-deprivation bleeding into an inability to deal with (people comments, posts, reality, life, all of the above). I haven't been able to write (finish) anything in what feels like a million years. Or more. I don't know. Strange days, strange nights, strange things. Vacation seemingly just around the corner and not soon enough and. And.
And. Meme me this (maybe it'll jumpstart the writing, maybe I'll blow it all off; "you can't always get what you want, but if you but if you try sometimes, well you just might find you get what you need"): Gimme a character/rps person I'm into and I'll give you three pieces of personal canon about them.
(Next up: who can say? Sleep, perchance to. Soup. Words. Words. Words.)
It's been a weird few weeks, sleep-deprivation bleeding into an inability to deal with (people comments, posts, reality, life, all of the above). I haven't been able to write (finish) anything in what feels like a million years. Or more. I don't know. Strange days, strange nights, strange things. Vacation seemingly just around the corner and not soon enough and. And.
And. Meme me this (maybe it'll jumpstart the writing, maybe I'll blow it all off; "you can't always get what you want, but if you but if you try sometimes, well you just might find you get what you need"): Gimme a character/rps person I'm into and I'll give you three pieces of personal canon about them.
(Next up: who can say? Sleep, perchance to. Soup. Words. Words. Words.)