"More decadence! More frivolousness!" should be my New Year's resolutions. I don't do them nearly enough. Case in point: Went to a brew pub with my parents this week. Ordered a 12 oz. beer. It was good. Drank about half of it. Dad asked if I was going to finish it. "No, I've started to feel it."
OMG I want to read your thoughts on Dave! I promise not to unfollow you! ♥
My house is a disaster area, holy crap. It looks like a Christmas bomb hit it. And to make matters worse, there are service people arriving in... well they were supposed to get here ten minutes ago. Argh why can't I just fix everything myself? Oh yeah, lack of knowledge and equipment.
Anyway I managed to clear the entryway enough to get in, and hide all the sex toys. Good enough.
Well, the reason I am writing Karofsky is because of you, you know. Because that prompt fill was supposed to be a nice tiny bit of unf, and instead it's turned into ... well, I can't tell you what it's turned into yet - at least not here - because no one but you and my beta knows I'm working on it, and you may have forgotten because it's been ages. But suffice it to say I've written 16K or 17K words and I don't see the end yet.
Good times!
Ha, a petition gatherer came to my house this morning and I invited her in and then I was like, "What the hell did I just do, there's not a surface to sit on, I have two open suitcases on the floor, a six-inch stack of mail, two laundry racks filled with clothing and - yeah, she probably would have rather stood outside." She was kind and did not say anything about my housekeeping.
But suffice it to say I've written 16K or 17K words and I don't see the end yet.
Holy crap! Last time you told me about this you were 4k words in and hadn't reached the smut yet, LOL, but I wasn't expecting an epic novel! That's awesome! And no, I definitely haven't forgotten. Haha. :D
LOL I think people who go door to door are used to it and no matter how bad your place is, there's always someone worse. I got through my adventure in letting people into the house and I'm doing nothing for the rest of the day. So there!
Also my husband thinks I'm a dork because I pranced around excited about how people are writing me porn. LOL.
I've reached smut by now, thank the celestial teapot. I think everything I've written since that first 4K qualifies as smut, or at least naughty, naughty thoughts.
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My house is a disaster area, holy crap. It looks like a Christmas bomb hit it. And to make matters worse, there are service people arriving in... well they were supposed to get here ten minutes ago. Argh why can't I just fix everything myself? Oh yeah, lack of knowledge and equipment.
Anyway I managed to clear the entryway enough to get in, and hide all the sex toys. Good enough.
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Good times!
Ha, a petition gatherer came to my house this morning and I invited her in and then I was like, "What the hell did I just do, there's not a surface to sit on, I have two open suitcases on the floor, a six-inch stack of mail, two laundry racks filled with clothing and - yeah, she probably would have rather stood outside." She was kind and did not say anything about my housekeeping.
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Holy crap! Last time you told me about this you were 4k words in and hadn't reached the smut yet, LOL, but I wasn't expecting an epic novel! That's awesome! And no, I definitely haven't forgotten. Haha. :D
LOL I think people who go door to door are used to it and no matter how bad your place is, there's always someone worse. I got through my adventure in letting people into the house and I'm doing nothing for the rest of the day. So there!
Also my husband thinks I'm a dork because I pranced around excited about how people are writing me porn. LOL.
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I've reached smut by now, thank the celestial teapot. I think everything I've written since that first 4K qualifies as smut, or at least naughty, naughty thoughts.
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