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Ya know, something about this song. Always gives me tinglies. Wierd...I remember when this song came out and no one knew who wrote it and there was that big scandle with blah blah. Hmph. Funny.
Blehk. Chocolate=bad. Tonight I decided to stay in and have an oinkfest. Watched Reloaded again, followed by Day After Tomorrow again, and ate a whole bag of popcorn, one tripple fudge chocolate chip brownie, bout a dozen hugs and about 1/4th of a bag of Reeses Bites. And two, now three, sodas. Right now my stomache is doing the funky chicken. Doh! S'okay. Tomorrow the regularily scheduled work-out program resumes. I can't let myself get discouraged.
I'm in a sad/bad mood right now. Should probably write - I always write better in these moods. Finish up Whipping Boy, so's I can return to Queer as a Football Bat. There's a bunch of stuff I want to get down on that before getting back into fanfic. Lots of things have changed. Also have an idea for another play. And I've got a an inkling for a series of photos I want to shoot. Thinking of sending off some of my work to some publishers, and some art to some galleries. Who knows, maybe something will come of it. Not that that's why I do it. I do it because it's me. But I'd like to think that maybe some of my work, at least my writing, might help someone. If I can get through to at least one person, it's worth it right?
I'm digging the weather right now. Almost cold, you can see your breath. Rained off and on, and the sun barely came out today. One of those truly fall days for me.
I'm really missing some people, and it hurts.
Blehk. Chocolate=bad. Tonight I decided to stay in and have an oinkfest. Watched Reloaded again, followed by Day After Tomorrow again, and ate a whole bag of popcorn, one tripple fudge chocolate chip brownie, bout a dozen hugs and about 1/4th of a bag of Reeses Bites. And two, now three, sodas. Right now my stomache is doing the funky chicken. Doh! S'okay. Tomorrow the regularily scheduled work-out program resumes. I can't let myself get discouraged.
I'm in a sad/bad mood right now. Should probably write - I always write better in these moods. Finish up Whipping Boy, so's I can return to Queer as a Football Bat. There's a bunch of stuff I want to get down on that before getting back into fanfic. Lots of things have changed. Also have an idea for another play. And I've got a an inkling for a series of photos I want to shoot. Thinking of sending off some of my work to some publishers, and some art to some galleries. Who knows, maybe something will come of it. Not that that's why I do it. I do it because it's me. But I'd like to think that maybe some of my work, at least my writing, might help someone. If I can get through to at least one person, it's worth it right?
I'm digging the weather right now. Almost cold, you can see your breath. Rained off and on, and the sun barely came out today. One of those truly fall days for me.
I'm really missing some people, and it hurts.
