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I got them from carrying something very heavy in a bag and the loops made the bruises. But I need something a lot cooler than that to tell people when they ask. Torrid night of lovemaking? Hmmmm.
Who needs sleep? Not me. I hardly slept at all but I'm in the fibromyalgia phase where sheets hurt. everything hurts.
Dear Idiot in the red Impala who also happens to live at my apt complex. This is the second Monday in a row you have driven that lonely country road at TWENTY miles below speed limit and BRAKED at every oncoming headlight. I don't know how this happened twice but if being on a curvy road SCARES you drive on the damn highway and take the long route.
For that matter when we got to the highway and I pulled out around you, I actually made it home and was unlocking my front door when your lights appeared at the top of the hill and I didn't speed once. It's 60 mph on that road, not whatever new degree of slow you found. Also I took your coveted parking spot and it was the last one that isn't in the back forty. Enjoy, slow-poke and be grateful I can't explode you with the power of my mind or you'd be a smoking heap of metal back in Wellston.
You'll notice I had no writerly ways mostly because I'm struggling to keep my head above water with the deadline for The Prophecy. It have two first readers who are right on top of it but USING the edits while moving forward is killing me. So little time, so much to do.
Hey there is an Easter egg hunt going on. That's the link to it. It's for a boatload of LGBT literature prizes, including my novel. If you want to try to win, head over and see what it's all about.
Who needs sleep? Not me. I hardly slept at all but I'm in the fibromyalgia phase where sheets hurt. everything hurts.
Dear Idiot in the red Impala who also happens to live at my apt complex. This is the second Monday in a row you have driven that lonely country road at TWENTY miles below speed limit and BRAKED at every oncoming headlight. I don't know how this happened twice but if being on a curvy road SCARES you drive on the damn highway and take the long route.
For that matter when we got to the highway and I pulled out around you, I actually made it home and was unlocking my front door when your lights appeared at the top of the hill and I didn't speed once. It's 60 mph on that road, not whatever new degree of slow you found. Also I took your coveted parking spot and it was the last one that isn't in the back forty. Enjoy, slow-poke and be grateful I can't explode you with the power of my mind or you'd be a smoking heap of metal back in Wellston.
You'll notice I had no writerly ways mostly because I'm struggling to keep my head above water with the deadline for The Prophecy. It have two first readers who are right on top of it but USING the edits while moving forward is killing me. So little time, so much to do.
Hey there is an Easter egg hunt going on. That's the link to it. It's for a boatload of LGBT literature prizes, including my novel. If you want to try to win, head over and see what it's all about.
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