What Are You Doing?

Comparing South American boys' names with Indian ones. Got a dark-skinned fraudster who is trying to pass himself off as an Indian guru (before you get upset, know that everybody in my book is a fraudster, be they yellow, black, or white, they aren't precious in anyone's sight)

 

It's 2018. My friends and I buy ourselves flowers all the time, including delivery. It's not a big deal. We buy our own candy & jewelry, too. (No note to ourselves, although I have one friend who uses the gift note in hilarious ways, like to send messages to the person who assembles her order.)

 

This gets me to thinking next time I order anything online, that I should have it
gift wrapped so it feels more like a present, and less a simple box of goodies.

 

I have done that! Especially if there's something cool as part of the gift wrapping...like Williams Sonoma and the little mustard spoons they used to tie onto packages. Or, if someone gave me a gift card, I'll sometimes have the item I bought with it gift wrapped, just because.

 

An interesting black humour joke would be sending yourself flowers with a card that said something like what I saw in a meme the other day floating around the internet:

Leave the note in a prominent place and when friends come round, casually tell them when they notice it that you're not worried and the stalker is harmless. Watch the reactions and enjoy!

 

I've reached that goshawful time of night when I've gotten the thing done I needed to do, but I keep thinking I have to refine it a little bit more, a little bit more . . . but what I really need to do is shut down the computer and go to bed.

Happy Easter to you.

 

Questioning my plan for my future.

 

Just got done mutilating/rearranging an old dead keyboard, and filmed the
grisly affair. Seems that I was a little more than perturbed by the 29pgs I had
to read for group.
Now off to put it altogether in a PSA about bad writing.

 

Thinking the same thing women think about men:
Why are all the good ones married, or gay?

 

Waiting for "Netflix without chill over the phone".

Sadly one of my new favorite pass times. Curse long distance relations!

I found love in a rather weird place (it might or might not have involved a dumpster) so I'm sure you'll find a good unwed, ungay women sooner or later! And with me out of the way, you can totally be the star of "Writing Forums Bachelor!"

I believe in you

 

Perhaps something more suitable, and less challenging as a prompt. I'd need a second round of questioning to comply, y'know.

 

I see a future, dressed in my VR pearls and heels, in a basement with palm trees sucking @Cavetroll's digital cock. @Moose is banging on the door with his 12 incher.

 

"Tonight on 'Would You Date an Oddball', with your host Johnny B. Weird.
And on this episode we are going to see if we can find a lovely lady who will
take the chance on our contestant: Cave Troll!" (studio audience applauding)

 

Pretty well finished rearranging my small studio space, feels good. Working at it since Saturday, trying to get it just right. Need to do this once in while to give myself a fizz. A few details left to iron out tonight, but overall it feels positive and conducive to writing, so all good.

I will let myself dream later, 'cause it sure as shit doesn't look that my waking life compares well to producing ideas these days. Really needed to change things around so as to feel that I am starting something fresh when I am awake. Inspirational space doesn't seem to come easy to me lately, it's still cold outside.

 

Watching William Holden in Executive Suite on TCM, just finished organizing a kitchen cabinet, and considered making a sidecar but remembered I have things to do, so I'm reluctantly drinking lemonade instead.

 

Got done taking pictures of me being a weirdo. My hair is a pain in the ass, but
a few turned out alright.

 

A few hairs?

 

Most people don't take pictures of their ass hair, painful or not. Stick with the hairs on your head when it comes to photography.

 

I did. The hair on my head is long. There is no hair on my ass. Then again I am not a hairy guy.

 

As I mentioned elsewhere, I have a horrible bald spot.

Right in the middle of my back

 

Randy Blythe from Lamb of God has a good sized patch of hair on his back left shoulder,
so maybe he makes up for your bald spot.

 

munching on an apple

 

I've been working on my WIP and took a break to bake three chocolate chip M&M cookies. I just took them out of the oven and am eating one of them while the chocolate is still gooey, then will be heading back to the WIP.