Monday
So, this is what I'm reduced to!
I write EROTICA. EROTICA FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
I write erotica.
erotica, erotica, erotica.
AND IT'S TERRIBLE.
A few hours ago, somewhere rather close, there was a pretty girl sitting on the bed of her apartment, wearing a sleeveless gray t-shirt and a pretty blue laced thong with sparkles on it and double stripes that did a very bad job at covering her attractive but horrendously fat ass. She had long legs, beautiful brown eyes and a nose she wanted to rip off every time she looked at herself in the mirror. Her nails needed some desperate filing and trimming, but she was happily talking into a microphone and typing in her computer, not really caring about her nails or the way her toes tickled when she heard the voice on the other line (maybe she cared about that a little). Suddenly, she felt the tremendous urge to have someone RAVISH* her.
Unfortunately for our low self-esteemed heroine already lost in a whirlpool of emotions, the third meaning of the word ravish according to answers.com had already come true and she merely wanted to satisfy the sexual side of these turbulent emotions. Not very subtly because she knew she sucked at that and our male protagonist (Should we give them names? Yeah, I didn't think so) was a rather oblivious but appealing** young English man who happened to have the sexiest accent ever (he probably didn't but our heroine was really naive) and was the best looking man she had never seen***, she hit on him by telling him what she was wearing and making herself look foolish by moaning into a stupid microphone while he told her to stop because he felt bad about the situation****.
So nothing happened and our heroine was left feeling very gross and rejected, although the male protagonist assured her it was not like that and she tried to believe him, she was too self-absorbed to really see his point of view and in turn made him feel like shit.
Ladies and gentleman, we have a horny protagonist, a male counterpart with a good moral compass and a sex story that hasn't even started. I think I'll be successfully published real soon.
For fuck's sake, what did I get myself into?
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*Ravish: rav·ish (
răv'ĭsh)
tr.v.,
-ished,
-ish·ing,
-ish·es.
- To seize and carry away by force.
- To rape; violate.
- To overwhelm with emotion; enrapture. See synonyms at enrapture
**
ap·peal·ing (
ə-pē'lĭng)
adj. Attractive; inviting: an appealing manner; an appealing idea.
appealingly ap·peal'ing·ly adv.***This is not actually true, our heroine is a very goony goon.
****
sit·u·a·tion (
sĭch'ū-ā'shən)
n.- The way in which something is positioned vis-à-vis its surroundings.
- The place in which something is situated; a location.
- Position or status with regard to conditions and circumstances.
- The combination of circumstances at a given moment; a state of affairs. See synonyms at state.
- A critical, problematic, or striking set of circumstances.
- A position of employment; a post.
; written on the stars at 11:35 PM
Creative Freedom is strictly forbidden
Stream of consciousness is a terrible thing to do to a reader.
Writing
like
this
also
sucks
balls.
Doing this is like mega emo.
Let's talk about New York City. I've never been there, but I bet it smells like pollution and sweat, like crime and multiculturalism. I wish I could see snow again.
Can I stay with you until Christmas?
; written on the stars at 4:10 PM
Sunday
Are we just some sort of casualty? Are we even we?
; written on the stars at 9:07 PM
feelings feelings feeling feelings feelings
overload abort abort abort *explodes*
; written on the stars at 9:42 AM
Saturday
To do list:
- Write some more
- Decide what I feel
- Decide what I want
- Decide what the fuck is going on with my life
- Outgrow stupidity
- Start eating properly
- Go to the gym again
- Feel pretty
- Make money consider stripping
- Stop thinking of ten as such an important number
; written on the stars at 4:27 PM
