Jeff is safely arrived; I am taking the talking bricks from my imagination and making sentences elsewhere, this morning, but took a break to say that.
I practiced guitar this morning and that inspired me to start writing. 8962 words already!
In the meantime, a squib.
You are given 3 choices
- I want nothing to do with you, white woman
- Please, if you can, demonstrate how you would ‘Scream for Jesus.’
- Debate with me the context and applicability of this art.
I know nobody else will enjoy this poem but I so enjoyed composing it that I felt obliged to share. “One art, please.” Ah, Zoidberg, I love you so much you borscht-belt Decapodion!
The car via ferry is the only reasonable way to get there and maintain your personal mobility, but if they ever invent a matter transporter, Jeff’s got dibs.
Rain lifted and the sun came out and it was quite pleasant late yesterday afternoon.
8814 words Part II. Sent a tiny squib to mOm yesterday. It won’t be enough to keep her (drum roll for over-exaggeration here please) fiendish appetites slaked, but them’s the breaks I reckon.
Damn that lamb was good. However in the interests of roommate comfort I’ll order chicken next time – Jeff finds the smell of lamb queasy making and I don’t want to put him off his chicken skewers.
I have more than 60k reddit karma points. Talk about yer wasted life.
Just read the opening line to a fic, “Why is Dean a capybara” and now I want to finish that prompt myself.