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You know what really sucks? That was KMFDM's last tour.
NOOOOOOOOO!!!
Just when I discover the shiny goodness that is Raymond Watts (aka Pig, but I'll never be able to call him that, I don't know why) onstage, I have to lose him! Nooo! Must cling!
Ahem. Yes, I'm still far too obssessed with that darling, shiny man. And yes that is the best way to describe him, shiny.
Anyway.
Was supposed to wake up about two and a half hours ago. Decided to sleep the hell in. Now must write like mofo to catch up, but hey. It's all good. I write like a mofo anyway, so... okay, dammit, I swore that would be my last line about Watts, that one up there... *holds fingers until she can stop typing about him*
There.
Heee... me and my obssessions. But seriously, folks, I need to get writing. Especially on two of the stories if I want to a) pull this off with then having four other novels to write and b) feel justified taking all the time off I'm going to end up taking to go to write ins and other stuff. Games. Thanksgiving, which, ye gods. Hope it's not as bad/scary as last year. Mind you, nothing can be as scary as last year. There's nothing like going to the family house of a man you barely know because his mother ordered him to pick you up becase no one should be alone on Thanksgiving. Hey, I'm perfectly content to be alone on Thanksgiving! I was going to get some cleaning done... because back then the apartment was a real pigsty.
Which actually reminds me, I need to do the dishes and clean up my workstation. And shower. God, I need a shower, I was apparently really hot last night and now I've got this thin film of sweat drying all over me... yes I'm sure that's exactly what you wanted to know.
And then I need to write. Only I also need to find out what we're doing this afternoon/evening... bollocks. Okay, time to try and use the phone again. Stupid thing.
*wanders off burbling about the shiny man*
NOOOOOOOOO!!!
Just when I discover the shiny goodness that is Raymond Watts (aka Pig, but I'll never be able to call him that, I don't know why) onstage, I have to lose him! Nooo! Must cling!
Ahem. Yes, I'm still far too obssessed with that darling, shiny man. And yes that is the best way to describe him, shiny.
Anyway.
Was supposed to wake up about two and a half hours ago. Decided to sleep the hell in. Now must write like mofo to catch up, but hey. It's all good. I write like a mofo anyway, so... okay, dammit, I swore that would be my last line about Watts, that one up there... *holds fingers until she can stop typing about him*
There.
Heee... me and my obssessions. But seriously, folks, I need to get writing. Especially on two of the stories if I want to a) pull this off with then having four other novels to write and b) feel justified taking all the time off I'm going to end up taking to go to write ins and other stuff. Games. Thanksgiving, which, ye gods. Hope it's not as bad/scary as last year. Mind you, nothing can be as scary as last year. There's nothing like going to the family house of a man you barely know because his mother ordered him to pick you up becase no one should be alone on Thanksgiving. Hey, I'm perfectly content to be alone on Thanksgiving! I was going to get some cleaning done... because back then the apartment was a real pigsty.
Which actually reminds me, I need to do the dishes and clean up my workstation. And shower. God, I need a shower, I was apparently really hot last night and now I've got this thin film of sweat drying all over me... yes I'm sure that's exactly what you wanted to know.
And then I need to write. Only I also need to find out what we're doing this afternoon/evening... bollocks. Okay, time to try and use the phone again. Stupid thing.
*wanders off burbling about the shiny man*
