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Oct. 25th, 2007 04:48 amOMFG WHAT THE HELL, BRAIN?! NIGHTMARES WHAT?!
(Is there anyone out there cause its getting harder and harder to breathe)
(Is there anyone out there cause its getting harder and harder to breathe)
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Jul. 8th, 2006 09:50 amPeople are never who you think they are. It's not a good thing or a bad thing, it just is.
I have a sudden craving for Starburst.
The fact that Laurell K Hamilton is making scads of money off bad porn really irritates me. I'm not sure why in particular, except for the fact that I used to like Anita Blake and now if I saw her on the street I'd put one between her eyes. The woman had a good thing going and she turned her heroine into Slut-Queen of the Paranormal. Mary Sue Slut-Queen of the Paranormal, no less. There's nothing she can't do except keep her legs shut and her tongue in her mouth.
Yes, there's the whole, if she can get published I bloody well can, thing. But it's not that simple. Today, I wish it were. But it's not.
I'm here at work on a day I really don't want to be. I'm worried, tired, stressed. I want the banging to just fucking stop from the kitchen. I want things to get where they're supposed to go on time. I want to be able to mail out things on time, like the goddamn query letter and thank you card that was supposed to go out Wed and I still haven't written yet. Too scared? And too tired. Things that aren't time-sensitive have been pushed back to a lower priority than sleep not involving teeth falling out and black and bloody dreams. I swear. My mouth looked like a pirate's last night. I didnt' even lose teeth, I lost gum. I had pointy molars an inch and a half long sticking out from a bloody island of gum. And when I say bloody, I don't mean the epithet. And black stains.
Not the kind of nightmare I want to have when I'm already worried and upset. And I come into work exhausted the next day. No customer better get shirty with me, that's all I'm saying.
I need a break. I just do. I'm not going to get one for a good two months or so. But I need a break. Maui's coming up and right now all I want to do is get it over with.
I have a sudden craving for Starburst.
The fact that Laurell K Hamilton is making scads of money off bad porn really irritates me. I'm not sure why in particular, except for the fact that I used to like Anita Blake and now if I saw her on the street I'd put one between her eyes. The woman had a good thing going and she turned her heroine into Slut-Queen of the Paranormal. Mary Sue Slut-Queen of the Paranormal, no less. There's nothing she can't do except keep her legs shut and her tongue in her mouth.
Yes, there's the whole, if she can get published I bloody well can, thing. But it's not that simple. Today, I wish it were. But it's not.
I'm here at work on a day I really don't want to be. I'm worried, tired, stressed. I want the banging to just fucking stop from the kitchen. I want things to get where they're supposed to go on time. I want to be able to mail out things on time, like the goddamn query letter and thank you card that was supposed to go out Wed and I still haven't written yet. Too scared? And too tired. Things that aren't time-sensitive have been pushed back to a lower priority than sleep not involving teeth falling out and black and bloody dreams. I swear. My mouth looked like a pirate's last night. I didnt' even lose teeth, I lost gum. I had pointy molars an inch and a half long sticking out from a bloody island of gum. And when I say bloody, I don't mean the epithet. And black stains.
Not the kind of nightmare I want to have when I'm already worried and upset. And I come into work exhausted the next day. No customer better get shirty with me, that's all I'm saying.
I need a break. I just do. I'm not going to get one for a good two months or so. But I need a break. Maui's coming up and right now all I want to do is get it over with.
