I know I’ve written this before, but it definitely holds true today: I’ve written so much today that I feel like The Chronicler in the Dragonlance series! I’m currently almost done with it. About to start the last chapter even. I’m so psyched!
And then there was this asshat on Google Plus, “Anthony Coffelt”, that left some straight retarded posts at me late last night about – you know what? I’ll just place them here.
I reported him, of course.
So much I could say.
But I won’t.
I shouldn’t have to.
Other than writing and sleeping in, this day has been all about writing, my brother, and Rebecca. Natalie spent the night and left this morning, and my brother hasn’t said anything about their conversation, which leads me to believe she still hasn’t told him about the bun.
Boy, when he finds out…
Anyway, goodnight all. I still have more writing to do.
And the American Music Awards to finish watching!
“Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top.”
– Jimmy Dean