It's just after ten and the words are "Disco House," I'm pumping Dimitri from Paris while I channel all the shit in my head onto a shivering computer screen. Specificially, I'm writing a lovely story about Johnny Damocles and Teiresias Jones, ultra-glamourous secret agents. Why are my characters so damned sexy?
I need unscrupulously tragic British fashion magazines now.
Comments (4)
I see you've alphabetized the Friends of Wildcat. Shocking!
Posted by Joy | April 14, 2004 4:10 PM
Posted on April 14, 2004 16:10
Right, pretty quickly I'm doing it in a different order. Maybe based on age or sex conduct.
Ew, that could get -messy-.
Posted by ben | April 14, 2004 4:20 PM
Posted on April 14, 2004 16:20
Maybe your characters are sexy because sexy is all you know. Top drawer!
Posted by Jo | April 15, 2004 2:25 PM
Posted on April 15, 2004 14:25
Wait a minute - all I -do- know is sexy. Harsh.
Posted by ben | April 15, 2004 6:36 PM
Posted on April 15, 2004 18:36