simple like that
Let-s use He, since it-s more suitable, and because He/She wastes a lot of space and typing time.
Why do you feel so attracted to this man?
They demand, almost mockingly or downright amused. Lots of questions I-ve been asked directly or indirectly (because people are such artists at hinting questions instead of asking them because they can always blame it on you for not noticing) through out my life.
Why do I, since he-s not attractive or if he is, very little. He might also have a funny nose, a hairdo that makes little to no sense or an overall odd or unusual facial structure. Why would I want to be seen with him? And dear god, why am I not aware of the glances I-m thrown when or if I walk alongside him on the street?
Because he makes me have an honest, healthy laugh. I reply. And most of all, because he seems kind.
Nothing more, nothing less.
B.
bunny slipper randomness
Himmler and Goebbles.
I don-t want to throw them away but they-re literally falling apart =(
B.
B., please remember this: 2) Do not edit as you go. Editing is for December. Think of November as an experiment in pure output. Even if it's hard at first, leave ugly prose and poorly written passages on the page to be cleaned up later. Your inner editor will be very grumpy about this, but your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough. It isn't. Every book you've ever loved started out as a beautifully flawed first draft. In November, embrace imperfection and see where it takes you.
Oh, I got this.
I think I got it, seriously.
The story for NaNoWriMo just suffered a 200 degree turn.
I think I got it.
B.
to my mother, there is no difference.
Proof that, no matter how hard shit gets, western Europeans always will be able to toddle along and have the lulz about it.
Afternoon, watching Stargate SG-1 with my mother. Bored because we had nothing to do and there was nothing else on TV.
Mom (is clueless): so...the Russians now have one of those star gates...no, wait, were the Americans the only ones to have them until then?
Me: (who has just a bit more of a clue about the series *sarcasm*): uh....I think so...you know the Americans must have stuff before everyone else.
Mom: like AIDS.
Me: true *turns to mother* but we did have the Plague and Leprosy first.
Mom: back in the 40s. *is talking about Romania*
Me: back in the 19th century *is talking about Europe in general*
Mom: or the 20s...? *is ignoring me*
Me:...no wait, I don-t think Europe had Leprosy first though...*mutters to self* but the Plague was definitely ours. Wait, we had Leprosy back home?
Mom: absolutely, they built the Tuborg beer factory on the grounds they used to have the Leprosy cemetery.
Me: bullshit!
Mom: no joke!
Me: *has the biggest lulz of the afternoon*
Some 10 minutes later, mom is massaging my newly bleached-to-death-almost-white-head.
Me: *purrs*
Mom: with this hair now you-re just like a caniche.
Me: XD !!!!!
So, what we learned yesterday was that, to my mom:
Me +
(a caniche) = no differenceAlso, I am not sure if Europe can pride itself with Leprosy before everyone else, thus I am a woman on a mission: I must find out who had it first.
But the Plague was ours.
B.
Angels and Devils
You know when you have a dream that-s just out there but in said dream you-re ok with everything that-s going on? Like you-ve lived in that world all your life?
I had a funny dream about two nights ago that was just like that.
A lady angel dropped by in my apartment, she flew right from the window, I was a bit busy and didn-t really need any visitors, but I couldn-t say no, so I opened the window and she floated in.
She sat down Japanese-style on her knees at the small table in the room, she had no wings, but had sandy curly hair and big brown eyes and wore a dark blue suit I believe, and she looked stern.
That play you wrote... I said ...They loved it! It was incredibly successful in Hell!
I remember she turned to me and tried not to look surprised and shocked and angry in the same time and keep her expression calm.
The doorbell rang and it was then and there I remembered a Devil was supposed to visit me that day too. I peaked out the door of the room and someone recieved the Devil inside but I only saw her long legs in high heels shoes the color of dead leaves and a bit of her short red skirt before I closed the door again.
I wondered how I was supposed to do so these two won-t meet, because they were bound to argue, it was like keeping two good friends away from each other because they had an argument you were not involved in, so you can-t just tell one to leave and work in the favor of the other.
After I woke up, I found it really amusing.
B.
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