Later that same day...
I feel like crap.
posted by Autumn @ 11:05 AM
On Writing a Bad Novel
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. Ernest Hemingway
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4 Comments:
I think that call that catharsis: On with the purification, my dear!
Well, I sure feel like I got catharted in the behind then.
Y'know, I was just thinking that this is like a long, long-distance slumber party. Telling stories. Staying up too late. Feeling like crap the next day. Cool.
Oh, I would be honored! (I think. Unless it's perfect because she's an "exotic dancer" or something. Well, I guess as long as she's good at what she does, I'd be honored.)
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