Thursday, June 7, 2012
5:15 AMYou used to write. Do you remember? Back when you had 4 fics worth reading per page and fandom inspired you down to your toes? It came with a feeling that tingled up through your bones to the tips of your fingers and fuck, when you actually managed to finish something. There was like, elation. Parades up and down the avenue, capital letters running AMOK.
That should still be doable, right? You should still be able to reach down and pull out some half decent thoughts to form into half decent sentences (fragments) to make into a half decent something, preferably of the fic persuasion, right?
Right?
This has been brought to you by ALL OF MY LOST SKILL MERGING UPON ME AT ONCE AT 2:12 IN THE MORNING lol. Seriously folks. Once upon a time I COULD WRITE. I WAS IN CREATIVE WRITING CLASSES AND EVERYTHING. I HAVE PROOF I USED TO BE ABLE TO WRITE STUFF. Now I am super impressed when I manage to add a hundred words to one of the half-dozen WIPs that have languished on my computer for ten months. WHAT HAPPENED. I WANT TO WRITE SO BAD. Like, superhero bad, but I just can't get it up. My writerly abilities have gone West and FORGOTTEN TO LEAVE THEIR NEW ADDRESS, and I do not know what to do.
Anyway, I'm watching the remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and I can't figure out if they're meant to be in the 70's or modern day? It should be the 70's, I know, and there aren't any cell phones about and there's that hippie chick they picked up before the one that shot herself in the face but I don't know. SOMETHING SEEMS FISHY, MUSIC VIDEO DIRECTOR MARCUS NISPEL.
In television news, there continue to be shows that I watch and...forget to talk to you about. But I swear they exist, and that I do enjoy them, even if I can't bring myself to spam and/or flail over in recap form just yet.
Guess what?
& I'M ADORABLE.
ALSO, I SMELL LIKE PINEAPPLE.
THAT IS ALL.
WOW
• MUFFIN • ALEXSTRASZA
• US
Cap of the week
Random Thoughts
I realized though that like a good half of my friends from here have DISAPPEARED, PRACTICALLY NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN since last summer, which makes me indescribably sad. WHERE YOU AT, LADIES. AND DICK. Wherever it is, I can double, possibly triple it, in love and ego stroking. That's just how I do.
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