I have come to the realization that I have become my father. I hate corporate America. I hate the younger generation. I have no respect for my government. I argue about how players in football, basketball, hockey, and baseball from my youth were way better than players today. At least I still enjoy getting hammered once a week to keep me from killing someone!
When I was about eight years old I got a new squirt gun. I thought it would be really fun to put out a fire with it, so I got a book of matches and pushed a bunch of dead leaves up against a chain link fence at the back of some guys yard and lit the leaves. I began to squirt at the fire but of course the fire just grew and the little squirt gun did nothing. I hid my squirt gun and yelled to some kids playing not that far away from me to come help with the fire. We all started putting dirt on the fire and then the firemen showed up and put out the rest of the fire. I was never caught and I never told anyone it was me who started the fire. I still get a sick feeling in my stomach to this day when I think about that and still feel very bad about it. I am just glad it wasn't worse. What a stupid kid!! But, karma is a bitch. I got myself back, so to speak, when a couple weeks later I was at school and found a common pin on the floor during our free time and wondered what would happen if I stuck it in an outlet. OUCH! I deserved that though.
Sometimes I put things in white text that I want to say, but I'm not brave enough to let other people see. Backfires when people quote me, but so far no one has caught on.
i check my submission statuses on Submittable multiple times a day knowing full well that i will get emailed if there is a change.... but I cant help it
Sometimes my throat makes a dripping/ticking sound. If I tip my head back, it stops. If I drop it forwards or to the side it makes no difference.
I used to blaze only right before bed. That's not a moral or ethics choice; it's a wallet choice. Just because I'm allowed to have it doesn't make it free. Now, it's pretty much right after I'm no longer needed for the day. I just can't with all this. I just can't.
I had a realization about something that scared the shit out of me the other day. I had it here in white text, but then panicked someone would see it.
'Wrey B?' 'Yes, m'lud..' 'You have been found guilty of smoking doobies late at night in your dirty bedroom... ...in a most unholy nae degenerate nae, and it must be asserted for all eyes to hear, a most slovenly fashion! The sentence of this court is that you shall be taken from here to the place from whence you came and there be kept in close confinement until six o'clock first thing tomorrow morning, and upon that day taken to the place of execution, and there hanged by the neck until you are dead. And may God have mercy upon your soul.'
Confession: I have almost fully converted from handwriting to typing. When I have an extra idea that picks at me while I'm trying (again) to write a novel? I simply open up my diary app, and type that in. When I have an unforgettable dream? I open my diary app, to later copy it down in my physical dream diaries. I thought I'd be "behind" forever. Of course, as a paranoid person, I constantly back it up. Multiple times a day if I have to. Maybe I can actually finally write a novel now that I'm not being sidetracked anymore.
...i cry during movies and videos about kids. Forget Titanic, i bawled my eyes out during Beast of the Southern Wild, Wonder, and when everyone laughed at Christmas when she wet herself on stage in Troop Zero
In my youth, I was obsessed with The Last Unicorn, mainly because the harpy had three boobs. Three. In a cartoon. wtf....?
Maybe the third one is supposed to be the Devil's teat . . . though I thought that was supposed to be on the back.
It's after 3:00 pm and I'm still in bed. I've read the appropriate Scriptures for Easter Day and I've sent out greetings on Instagram and Facebook. And since before noon I've been working on my WIP. Yay. But I am not up. And I haven't eaten all day, so my productiveness has ground to a halt. Inertia is a cruel, if indolent, master.
HOLY SHIT! THIS WAS THE ONLY MOVIE I WATCHED WHEN I HAD SLEEPOVERS AT MY BEST FRIEND'S HOUSE!!!!!!sdlkfjldskjfaldsfjkasdklfjaskldfjsdf Excuse me, you just made my 6 year old self very happy. I seriously made us watch this every single time I stayed the night at her house. We'd watch it over and over till we passed out asleep. I love you a little bit, I hope that's okay.
