One of Joy-toy’s recent posts just made me realize that all my problems stem from the fact that lately, I’ve been looking and acting like a speed-infested drag queen. I’m really coming into my own here. Anyway. I’m working on a story. I have headphones on and I’m grinding my chair as I write. Rest assured I’ll be deaf by the time I reach word count. I won‘t be able to hear a thing come workshop. But my thighs will look amazing from all this manic chair-dancing. And nothing ever mattered more to me. Except for maybe my I <3 ballet pin. So I've forgotten how to make an actual html heart. So I suck that bad. At least I have a handle on Championship Cheese, gaylord. So you’re thinking, wait a second, she’s just masturbating in her chair! And she’s trying to write while doing it. Like hell. Bitch, please. This is the literary equivalent of Gay Tribal Spiritual Nature Gay Dance Parkade Stoner Party trance. Don’t make me get gender neutral on your ass.
Posted by caroline at October 4, 2005 10:20 PM