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Giant Bitch-slap in the Face
It's 8:13am. Why is the name of all that is holy and good in this world am I awake?
Oh, that's right. Because Shinya, who can't hold his alcohol to save his life and drinks so much that he becomes a pseudo-straight emotionally dependent child, crawled into MY bed at 6-goddamn-o'clock this morning and started snoring in my ear. I pushed, I poked, I shook, I fucking yelled at him in my best stage whisper to roll over or SOMETHING to SHUT THE FUCK UP but to no avail. I physically rotated this man myself and he didn't wake up. Either he was still drunk as, or he sleeps like the dead. If I did wake him up, I don't feel bad because it wasn't so pleasant having a cold body (I guess he didn't share so well with Benben) crawl into my warm coccoon and shock me awake.
Wow, did that sound bitchy?
Maybe. Just a little.
My well of writing-desire seems to have dried up. Well, the desire is there, the motivation is not. Despite all the wonderful comments, it doesn't bring me to write anything. I want to write some of these prompts that I've had for weeks now, but nothing comes when I want to start. Honooko posted a new chapter so I'm going to read that this morning and maybe it'll inspire me with something. I'm going to work on a few more songs too until I'm tired and then take a nap. It's a disgusting wet day so I can't do laundry even if I wanted to. I could clean but I don't want to. I really don't want to do anything. I'll translate a bit, watch some of these shows that are queued up on my computer and sleep.
That sounds like a great idea.
Less groggy/cranky update about the pimpin' karaoke bar we went to last night later.
Oh, that's right. Because Shinya, who can't hold his alcohol to save his life and drinks so much that he becomes a pseudo-straight emotionally dependent child, crawled into MY bed at 6-goddamn-o'clock this morning and started snoring in my ear. I pushed, I poked, I shook, I fucking yelled at him in my best stage whisper to roll over or SOMETHING to SHUT THE FUCK UP but to no avail. I physically rotated this man myself and he didn't wake up. Either he was still drunk as, or he sleeps like the dead. If I did wake him up, I don't feel bad because it wasn't so pleasant having a cold body (I guess he didn't share so well with Benben) crawl into my warm coccoon and shock me awake.
Wow, did that sound bitchy?
Maybe. Just a little.
My well of writing-desire seems to have dried up. Well, the desire is there, the motivation is not. Despite all the wonderful comments, it doesn't bring me to write anything. I want to write some of these prompts that I've had for weeks now, but nothing comes when I want to start. Honooko posted a new chapter so I'm going to read that this morning and maybe it'll inspire me with something. I'm going to work on a few more songs too until I'm tired and then take a nap. It's a disgusting wet day so I can't do laundry even if I wanted to. I could clean but I don't want to. I really don't want to do anything. I'll translate a bit, watch some of these shows that are queued up on my computer and sleep.
That sounds like a great idea.
Less groggy/cranky update about the pimpin' karaoke bar we went to last night later.