Plotting and planning

(Today’s word is “fuck”.)

Ok.  After much debate and switching back and forth and probably to the tiresomeness of my blog readers, I have decided to go forth with my venture and come out of my comfort zone to convince a mother fucker that I really fucking like him and I don’t give a God damn what he says about himself.

I know a lot about him and enough about him that I should be able to go on with this.  He believes me after a conversation we had, he just doesn’t “fathom why”.  I can’t really convince him of the why, because I tried, and he still calls bullshit.  So I have to show him otherwise which means on some physical level.  Don’t worry, I have a pretty good feeling that I can get what I want without having to go to extremes.  It should be fun!  The next time I talk to him, I have to think of what I’m going to say.

In other news…

I am writing a book.  Again.  I picked up a story that I had left off on.  I just have to figure out where I left off at.

I am writing another thing for myself so when I feel like shit, I can go back and reference a lot of what’s in it for an ego boost.  I can’t explain what it is because for a lot of you its probably really fucking stupid.

I’m also working on finding yarn to make dreadfalls.  This should be entirely fucking fun!  With as many extensions I have in various different fucking colors, I should be able to make some dreadfalls that go in a piece at a time and fucking wear them with my extensions and add to the image!  YEAH!  I already got bitched at by Mom about it.  (24 and getting bitched at for making yarn into dreads.  I mean seriously.  Its not real dreads.)  ANYWAYS!  I just gotta find my materials.  I will post pics if they turn out!  YAY!

FOR ONCE!  I had no nightmares last night!  I had a fucked up dream that I can remember vaguely, but it wasn’t a nightmare.  It was a murder mystery, so I am happy.

What else am I doing…

OH YEAH!  IT FUCKING SNOWED!  I will have pics up later, but for now, fuck it.  Its bright as fuck outside.  I have to shower and then I might go out and run around like an idiot in the weather.

Also, I have come to the conclusion I need a sugar daddy.  Real badly.  Preferably a guy that can’t get it up anymore so I don’t have to worry about feeling some protruding thing that shouldn’t be there.

BTW, peanuts are good.

That’s it for now.  I think…