heyz
i wrotez a poem (not really. more like a paragraph where I pressed the enter button too much) calld Coffee with two creamers.
it's about Chris, because even if i think he's a fucking asshole and i have so many reasons to hate him, i have trouble not thinking about him.
ohhh.
so trying to reason with him is like trying to extract understanding from a rock?
*has an image of you going nuts on a boulder with a plunger*
eee, thank you!
glad you like the story so much.
i'll try my best on the sex scene, but usually when writing one i just sit in a daze and my fingers don't type. :(
i have the chapter after that one done though.
it's funneh.
heheh.
*but just so ya know, the character isn't real.
it's an adaptation from Hallelujah, like if Brian had died before he found out about how NUTS Cady was.
I like to randomly get into character and write shit.
hehe
me's a bad liars!
:O
i hope your ghost friend doesn't come after me now.
...AHHHHH!
nooo
lol i lied on my mibba page thing.
I'm 17, now, not 18.
my b-day was a month and... five? six? days ago.
ohhhh
maybe you shouldn't really take my advice, since all the experience i have comes directly from the trashy paranormal romance section of Barnes & Noble, but... I think you should chuck Mike and look for a different avenue that's actually working for you.
like the hot guy you met working at the concert.
:D
haha thanks.
that poem was part of a final project thing we had to do for AP english.
the prof said, write a poem about love, make something up if you have to.
and i was like OH GOODY.
there's another one i'm thinking of posting that my prof got pissed at me for.
apparently we're not supposed to use 'bullshit' in school assignments.
who knew?