I am, literally, posting every damn day.
Why?
I don't know. {{{GRIN}}}
Shit, it is LATE. Or early, depending on how you look at things. First night of drinking since Charlotte and my head... kinda hurts...
So, class, my Saturday was: sleep, get up, eat breakfast, write & post, listen to NPR, take a shower, listen to more NPR (the last story on This American Life was so good), follow my father to Regal & see The Wolf Man (not even Emily Blunt's hotter-than-hell crying face could save that pile), call Justin, go to Portofino, meet up with Max & Rene, eat sweet potato fries while they talk about men and try to set me up with single moms' from Tennessee (eh...WTF? NO.), go with Max to see LILY TOMLIN (yea, envy me...), go to Char with Max and it blows, go back to Portofino (with Max) and drink and eat more sweet potato fries and talk, go to Murphy's and drink and play pool (with Max), spill some beer on myself and it is time to go home...
...which I have. Which is why I am typing this all out now. *nods*
All in all, a good evening.
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Suddenly I have all these new readers for The Falling. They are coming out of the wood-work, right as the final chapter is coming. XD
And I actually wrote some on the other story, the one set in 1965... go me! :D
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Why? Why are you two so damn cute and shit? <3
I don't know. {{{GRIN}}}
Shit, it is LATE. Or early, depending on how you look at things. First night of drinking since Charlotte and my head... kinda hurts...
So, class, my Saturday was: sleep, get up, eat breakfast, write & post, listen to NPR, take a shower, listen to more NPR (the last story on This American Life was so good), follow my father to Regal & see The Wolf Man (not even Emily Blunt's hotter-than-hell crying face could save that pile), call Justin, go to Portofino, meet up with Max & Rene, eat sweet potato fries while they talk about men and try to set me up with single moms' from Tennessee (eh...WTF? NO.), go with Max to see LILY TOMLIN (yea, envy me...), go to Char with Max and it blows, go back to Portofino (with Max) and drink and eat more sweet potato fries and talk, go to Murphy's and drink and play pool (with Max), spill some beer on myself and it is time to go home...
...which I have. Which is why I am typing this all out now. *nods*
All in all, a good evening.
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Suddenly I have all these new readers for The Falling. They are coming out of the wood-work, right as the final chapter is coming. XD
And I actually wrote some on the other story, the one set in 1965... go me! :D
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Why? Why are you two so damn cute and shit? <3