Wednesday, November 16, 2005

The stabby/bitey vibe continues with a nice intermission thanks to my Boy Venus.

Books are to be purchased. And I am going to sit and have some Dragon
Well tomorrow before work.

I was on my way to work today trying to concentrate and jot down the
beginning of a story when what sat behind me? Spoiled squealy teen
aged girls.

I heard everything from, "I don't see why they won't just buy me the
new one I mean it's only 20 grand."


"My Mom is being such a bitch she won't let me drive her Lexus and I
have to drive a used car."

It took every ounce of self control I posessed not to turn around and
screech like a twink on a fashion rampage,


My inner faggy boi is feeling bitchy and put upon by the nattering and
whining of over priveliged people.

I recall being a teenager sucked but complaining about Mumsy and Daddy
not dropping twenty grand for a girl who admittedly "crashed her old
car three times" is target="_blank"> ricockulous.

It took me the better half of getting my make up on to stop twitching.

And if I hear one more girl/boi/whatever squeal "HOLLA" I am going to
tie their target="_blank">beef curtains in a knot around their ears. Mmkay?

So where was I?

Oh yes, because of strict instructions from Boy Venus I am going to
get myself some books.

target="_blank">Roomanitarian by Henry Rollins this one is new
and I really want it. So into my cart it goes.

I'm considering target="_blank">The Demon by Hubert Selby Jr.. I really loved href=""
target="_blank">Last Exit To Brooklyn and from what I hear The
Demon is even better.

What I have left goes into my Paypal mad money. I have a Paypal debit
card that I've found very handy to keep a little mad money in. For
trinkets, things on Ebay or other auction sites I might want.

Who knows.

Jesus TAPDANCING Christ I fucking hate it when people look over my
shoulder while I'm typing. More in a moment.

What was I going to say?

I actually don't remember.

So I'll say something else.

As I keep writing I have been seeing some writing related things I'd
love to go to however given that I work swing shift most of them I
just can't go to and it sucks.

For instance target="_blank">No Safe Word a local erotica writers group. I've
seen and read ads for them and I can't help but have a little pang of
'goddamn work-ness' because I think going to something like that might
be enjoyable.

But it's all right.

I do belong to a couple of writers message boards and I have learned
to enjoy those quite a bit.

Oh goodness. Time for tea I'm freezing because someone thought it was
a bright idea to have the a/c on all day.

Sometimes I do not like...boys.

I think that's it for right now. My fingers are cold and stiff and I
need some tea.

Homo Out.

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