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I've finally figured out why I'm so unwilling to write lately. Because I'm stuck in a funk and the story I'm working on right now is angst. There's not even gay smut to temper the angst. And I really don't want to write angst right now (something that only happens once every thousand years).
I shall entertain myself by making random observations:
Peter Jackson is looking a lot slimmer these days.
Dear press: I do not care what Tiger Woods is up to. Go away.
Reading Heroes spoilers does nothing for me these days. Mostly because a certain annoying person is going to stick around until the end of the season and hopefully no further.
Damn, is it hot here. It's not the heat itself that’s getting to me, but the humidity. I'm all sticky! I feel like Frodo in Shelob's lair.
I really, really hope the car works tomorrow. I definitely smacked it hard enough to puncture something, but I have two different places to go tomorrow and if I go back to depending on rides my precarious sanity might completely collapse.
Puerto Rican traffic jams are Sithly. I feel myself go over to the Dark Side every time. There’s probably enough negative energy crackling along Puerto Rican roads in one afternoon to power Hell for 500 years.
I shall entertain myself by making random observations:
Peter Jackson is looking a lot slimmer these days.
Dear press: I do not care what Tiger Woods is up to. Go away.
Reading Heroes spoilers does nothing for me these days. Mostly because a certain annoying person is going to stick around until the end of the season and hopefully no further.
Damn, is it hot here. It's not the heat itself that’s getting to me, but the humidity. I'm all sticky! I feel like Frodo in Shelob's lair.
I really, really hope the car works tomorrow. I definitely smacked it hard enough to puncture something, but I have two different places to go tomorrow and if I go back to depending on rides my precarious sanity might completely collapse.
Puerto Rican traffic jams are Sithly. I feel myself go over to the Dark Side every time. There’s probably enough negative energy crackling along Puerto Rican roads in one afternoon to power Hell for 500 years.
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