Tap, tap, tap...squeal!
*shows off shiny badge of honor*
My story is about 50,208 words at the moment, and it's terrible. Seriously, when LKH writes better porn, you have problems. But! I did it! For the first time ever. I won the shiny little badge of honor. Go team me. I worked my butt off. Heeh! And it makes little to no sense, but I at least I know I can do it now. And that's all I needed to know, I think. That it was possible.
And now I go to sleep because I have to get up in the morning to start our dinner in the crockpot at 10am. We're having pork tenderlion cooked in margarine and Riesling wine, with spices of course. And it has to cook for like eight hours, four on high and four on low.
Oh, and apparently some 46-year-old man in my class has decided that my niceness bout helping him pass a few of his classes means he wants me. Just, no. Dude, he's my dad's age. Just, no. *shudders* And he's kinda missing a few screws. Okay, more than a few. He's been calling the past two days like five times. Yeah, exactly, kids. What the hell? I don't need stalker, I really don't.
My story is about 50,208 words at the moment, and it's terrible. Seriously, when LKH writes better porn, you have problems. But! I did it! For the first time ever. I won the shiny little badge of honor. Go team me. I worked my butt off. Heeh! And it makes little to no sense, but I at least I know I can do it now. And that's all I needed to know, I think. That it was possible.
And now I go to sleep because I have to get up in the morning to start our dinner in the crockpot at 10am. We're having pork tenderlion cooked in margarine and Riesling wine, with spices of course. And it has to cook for like eight hours, four on high and four on low.
Oh, and apparently some 46-year-old man in my class has decided that my niceness bout helping him pass a few of his classes means he wants me. Just, no. Dude, he's my dad's age. Just, no. *shudders* And he's kinda missing a few screws. Okay, more than a few. He's been calling the past two days like five times. Yeah, exactly, kids. What the hell? I don't need stalker, I really don't.
posted by Jessie at
2:22:00 AM
2 Comments:
Ewwww! Nasty!!! Well, about the old man thing. I've stopped going to Wal-Mart because every time I go there a dirty old man follows me around the store whistling at my ass. It happens EVERY TIME. Disgusting.
As for the writing, YAY! You should be proud :) I love writing, but I find it so hard to sit down and really concentrate on something - well, fiction, really. Could you send me the link for your piece? If its online? If you're uncomfortable, that's fine too :)
It is totally nasty. Like, completely foul. I mean, dude, really. I really don't need any stalkers this year. Maybe in a couple. I'm quite happy having less work to do. I mean, just, no. It's kinda scary innit? How many women kind of behavior attractive? I mean, I don't know about you, but I want to smack someone with a wet fish when the men get creepy.
I don't have my writing up, mostly because if I can make Anita Blake look like a masterpiece, that's just sad. And the fact I haven't edited it at all.
Oh! Wait. Lemme go upload it to the journal I started for NaNo. I haven't updated it majority of the month. And don't worry about the stilted language and bad grammar/punctuation. I do that to up the word count, cause it's allowed. Also, this isn't the whole thing, obviously, but it's something. Inked File
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