http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JypUL_lj1h0
This video is weird, but minimize the screen and listen to the song - it's amazing.
For some reason this track fuels my souls desire for completion - of projects, of thoughts, of anything I could be working on completing. It's on repeat while I bang out my wee novella.
I'm still tyring to figure out the format... If I should devote a chapter to each guy who has left some sort of impression on me? Or should I write it autobiographically? Maybe I should Tarantino it? I love how Tarantinoing is a verb. Like Google, I want to be a verb one day!
It's so warm in my condo. I have four radiators with only two on. Still, I'm in a tank top and shorts. Cooper is sitting on the floor licking his bum. I chucked my sock at him, but he only stopped for a sec to look at the balled up sock, then up at me and continued to lick himself.
Sometimes I wish I could amuse myself so easily - but then I remember all my escapades ... Right, back to the writings...
Won't mom and dad be proud of their daughter? I was thinking of putting a parental guidance warning on the hard cover when it gets published (okay.. IF it gets picked up by publishers.) The book is gonna be chock full of sexy rants and recounts of naughty events, plus my politically incorrect opinions... I've already started to write my obituary in case.
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