Lions and tigers and bears, OH MY!
"Hey Michael," Luci mumbled, staring into his blue plastic cup as though it contained answers hidden only in the deepest reaches of the universe, "how come no one ever writes about us?" He looked up, his lip coated with a mustache made of milk (commonly referred to as a milk mustache, fancy that).
Michael blinked, very calmly resisting the urge to laugh at his effeminate partner. "I imagine they do," he said thoughtfully. "They just don't have the attention span to write the good stuff. Only the angst."
So, I have decided that I am going to write about my favorite pair of silly little not-quite-angelic gits. Which means I'm going to post writing. Like, on a schedule, even. Who thinks I'm going to find myself wandering into a field of cheesecake before that?
Oh, I wish I could wander into a field of cheesecake. I would never leave!
But yes, I'm going to write about them. With a plot. And stuff. No concern as to length right now, though, because that would be silly of me.
WISH ME LUCK! And expect the first post soon (within the next couple of days).
Michael blinked, very calmly resisting the urge to laugh at his effeminate partner. "I imagine they do," he said thoughtfully. "They just don't have the attention span to write the good stuff. Only the angst."
So, I have decided that I am going to write about my favorite pair of silly little not-quite-angelic gits. Which means I'm going to post writing. Like, on a schedule, even. Who thinks I'm going to find myself wandering into a field of cheesecake before that?
Oh, I wish I could wander into a field of cheesecake. I would never leave!
But yes, I'm going to write about them. With a plot. And stuff. No concern as to length right now, though, because that would be silly of me.
WISH ME LUCK! And expect the first post soon (within the next couple of days).