Fearing that my novelette, initially meant to be a short story, might now be threatening to become a novella (and what's a girl to do but bow). At least it would half-excuse the time this is all taking me.
Hovering above Jake's sweet tender lovely lovely lovely neck. His skin tastes sweet, his blood will taste sweeter still. Wake the fuck up! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE!! BITE! BITE!! BITE! BITE!! BITE! BITE!! BITE! BITE!! BITE! BITE!! BITE! BITE!
Drinking sparkling water and working on the "trouble chapter" of my WIP. It's the chapter that leads to a lot of turning points of the story and shows the MC's deepest fears, so it's an absolute bitch to write. Hopefully, by the time it's done my difficulty in writing it won't be apparent to the reader!
Pondering the infinite expanses of the universe and the meaning of existence!! Nah just kidding, I'm going to work. Which in its own way is a sort of hell
What I learned by 8:00 am: It is NOT funny to record your wife snoring in the middle of the night. It is less funny, apparently, to use said recording as an alarm clock for said wife. So, what I’m doing now is trying to find a way to feel bad for what I’ve done because, according to some people, I should.
Well how’d you think that was going to go? Sounds like something my own dad would have done once upon a time...
Interesting question. In retrospect, I’m not sure what I thought would happen. At the time I thought it would go something like this: I place my phone by her head with the volume on full blast and press play. The thing blares the deafening sound of her own throttled breathing. She wakes up, sees me laughing, and says, “you’re so funny, and I love that about you. Let’s just have sex all day, then you can drain our savings account purchasing books and gadgets from Amazon.” And, I’m over there, already naked, furiously adding items to my shopping cart because why can’t those things be done at the same time?
Trying to pick a hotel near me that aren't drug havens. All three near here are swept routinely by the police.
Um...No. She's probably hurt that the guy who is supposed to be her "love honor and cherish" , "us against the world" partner in crime used her as the butt of a potentially humiliating joke.
It’s not that serious. We have a relationship that allows for joking and poking fun at one another. I couldn’t be with a person who took herself so seriously. She was only crabby because she was tired. And in fact we have already laughed about it. And, obviously, my second post about it was satire. I didn’t think I’d need to clarify that.
Woah, that is not what I was saying at all. I'm not saying you can't joke with your partner. It has nothing at all to do with taking oneself seriously. I'm saying, it's like the difference between Marx Brothers humor and Three Stooges humor. And I got the satire in your post...but again, Marx Brothers and Three Stooges.
I'm more concerned that the person knows what blood smells like than I am the actual smell of the room!
That's what caught my tongue's attention *Licks Jake's sweet sweet blood from her hand like a cat cleaning its paw tentatively* Spoiler
Double points for putting that in a spoiler. Minus one point for making me look, plus double points for putting it in a spoiler = +3 points. Sp***rs!
Cooling off after I got paid a visit by the Picture Gestapo on Fet, and pulled down a couple pics I shared for fun. Damn you Picture Gestapo!!!!