Oh love is fun, care to dance? My biggest accomplishment of the day has been putting a pair of jeans on since my ass got cold round about 12ish. It's not through lack of trying. I've got a pile of stuff to do and I attempted to do them all at some point. I tidied my couch so you can actually sit on it now, I typed up a story, I got distracted when I found my Auf der Maur CD under a lot of junk and I fell in love with her again.You love me more than you love yourself I mean how could I not, she's a red headed bassist who sings the dirtiest things to great music. But falling in love with another woman is hardly an achievement, or something I should be sharing since it makes the 'honest I like men' argument fall through slightly. You're finished with your woman because she is not me
I also found all my notes that I scribbled down a couple of weeks ago in a possibly drunken state. There's about six or seven ideas but God knows what they mean. If I could be arsed I'd scan them in so you can see them but I can't so I'll just tell you. In a series of boxes I have the following key words: "BABY" "boob check!" "silly girl, you're no dancer" "hoovering aorund you, delirious, why is she cleaning now?" "museum of lovers" "bed is the enemy" "I DROWN IN HER" "speaks in riddles, my Snow White, my Cherry Red, my Goddess" "the good times are killing me" "rigid with disgust more like" and my favourite "Pixie Syphilis" which I know was because Julie was watching a Bratz thing to piss me off but I don't remember how that lead to STDs. Suffice to say I didn't get much writing done today.
I did find an intro which I'm also gonna share cause I decided to plan it out as well whilst half asleep and it amuses me:
Mary's feet were buzzing. Each step sent a fresh wave of pain searing up her legs. She poured all the bags into one hand and rubbed her ankle where her shoe had torn the skin away. Aching back slumped against the wall. Three more blocks to go. She toyed with the idea of calling Peter but her phone was too far away. With a grunt Mary heaved herself straight and focused on the road ahead.
Peter didn't hear her come in. He was a little preoccupied. The blonde girl beneath him was new. He'd met her last week in a crowded club. Her name was Lisa or Linda or Lindsey. Whatever it was she had a great ass.
"I'm home! Don't bother getting up. Not like my hands are breaking or anything." Mary threw the shopping down in the hall and kicked off her shoes with a sigh.
"Hide," Peter hissed over his shoulders as he pulled on his jeans and scrambled down to his wife...
And then the girl will like just throw the covers over her head. How fucking dumb is she! Wait do I know any blondes that would huff if I write a bimbo? Not very feminist of me but then I know lots of girls who are stupid. Wife will be totally bored of it like man another slut in my bed, and I'll have to clean up after them SIGH. This stuff writes itself, oh crap need sleep...
I should tidy my room more often. I'll be an published author in no time. Old Jay Kay Rowling has nought on me.
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