Pitch black and hearts beating and hoping they take a little longer to find you...
Everyone is doing NaNoWriMo and it makes me sad because I'm not. But I don't have a story except my short story. My short story is really two characters who I've been writing for like a year and thus I have way more on them than a short story, but I will pick and choose and add some more and make a short story. This is technically for a class, but also because I love them. (Also I'm a huge loser and the whole story began as a Toby/CJ pre-show fic and then I was like, I don't necessarily want these people to be Toby and CJ, so I will name them different things and make them remarkably similar and write my own stuff. That might be cheating).
Halloween was great. Great. Great. Great. Great. Hunter S. Thompson and I went through Narnia in the super dark after trick or treating. We were supposed to get married but didn't, in the end. But it was a good night, as a whole. Narnia was wonderful in a way it probably shouldn't have been. There was mad drama but it wasn't my fault and I've decided not to care. I have a certain friend who is a certain kind of slut, as well as a certain kind of self-righteous and self-pitying at once, but I am done with that. And so I fell asleep in Hunter's bed with the Wood Pig beside me, and he returned at three a.m. and kicked us out and we had to wander home. The Wood Pig ran off, barefoot, and I had to try to find her while carrying her blanket and being afraid of the dark.
I want to better know you flist. Talk to me.
Halloween was great. Great. Great. Great. Great. Hunter S. Thompson and I went through Narnia in the super dark after trick or treating. We were supposed to get married but didn't, in the end. But it was a good night, as a whole. Narnia was wonderful in a way it probably shouldn't have been. There was mad drama but it wasn't my fault and I've decided not to care. I have a certain friend who is a certain kind of slut, as well as a certain kind of self-righteous and self-pitying at once, but I am done with that. And so I fell asleep in Hunter's bed with the Wood Pig beside me, and he returned at three a.m. and kicked us out and we had to wander home. The Wood Pig ran off, barefoot, and I had to try to find her while carrying her blanket and being afraid of the dark.
I want to better know you flist. Talk to me.