Funny/Not Funny

Sometimes people come crashing into your life without grace or logic, but they root in there like thousand year old redwoods in just a few months time.

I'm a little drunk and emotional, so bear with me.

I have a coworker who has now become probably one of the most important people in my life right now.  We met there...

I am accepting my femininity.

And there's nothing you can do to stop me stop me, fucker!

NAAAAAAAAAANOWRIMO, NANOWRIMO, NANOWRIMO!!!!

It's NaNoWriMo time, muthasuckas.  I'm going to do a full (and I mean FULL) rewrite of my alien epic for this year's NaNo.  Pretty exciting, I'm very pumped to get this done and written this year.  I've got my plot more hammered out and ready to be conquered.  Yuh.

It's also my birthday.  I'm drinking champagne in my underwear watching trashy television while the SO snores next to me.  GLAMOROUS.

Me, okay?

Like I said in my last post, I'm unemployed.  So I have a lot of free time on my hands, obviously.  I live in a glorified like free-standing one bedroom apartment.  Tiny, maybe 400 square feet?  That's just to say that I even run out of stuff to clean about 2 hours after waking.

One of the first things I did as an unemployed person was give myself a make-under.  Took out any offending piercings, tried to make myself look... hot?  Presentable?  Really, there's no different.  Even if a straight woman were to interview me, she'd prefer I be hot.  I'm not her nanny, so I need to be fuckable because really that's what it boils down to.  Not my bullshit sheets of paper touting my supposed skills and accolades.  Anyways, this was the result of said make-under:

Look at how goddamn pleased I am.  

I look so dreadfully boring, but really I've written about 8000 words in my novel, made 3 sets of earrings, sewed a shirt, patched my cardigan, and that's just tonight.  Okay, only about 700 words tonight, 8000 total.  I mean, it could be worse.

-S

Ta-da.

I have nothing to talk about!  I'm unemployed, which had changed since my last post.

Think I may change this to a personal blog, rather than a writing blog.  Since I have Scrivener and all...

*waves wand*

Personal blooooooog!

Whee!

First post... *fanfare*

I started this blog as a writing tool to help me get my half-hour a day goal.  We'll see what happens.