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Heh. The phrase "Donald Rumsfeld's resignation" and its various permutations will never get old. Does anyone else chuckle involuntarily every time they hear it? No? Just me then. Heh heh. :) I have a pounding headache for 2 days now. That sorta needs to go. I've had too much happiness, I think. I have two magic, magic words for you people: Carambar caramels. Three inches of buttery creamy goodness the likes of which does not exist outside the boundaries of Europe. Werthers? Ha; kidstuff. Godiva? Amateurs. I'm talkin' serious heaven here, peeps. Though they do make it difficult to type... I have not written a single nanowrimo word in 3 or 4 days. I just find it really hard to concentrate, right now. I'm geeked about how much stuff I need to get done before I have to leave. Now that that's a seriously looming reality, I'm freaking out. I dealt with the freaking out last time by extending my stay...for which The Boyfriend came through, btw. Turns out the money I thought I was borrowing from him was actually a gift, and when I let him know I was upset about the end of trip money thing, he was all, dude, you totally misunderstood me, how much do you need? (Except he did not say the dude part, that part was me.) How bitchin' and cool is that? Money for my stay AND I don't have to pay any of the like $3000 back that I borrowed from him. He totally rocks. :) Hopefully tomorrow when I finish my lunch with my friend Marion, the skies will still be blue and beautiful, and I can shoot the gargoyles at Notre Dame...which SOMEone (Reader1209) thinks I should totally let bite my NaNo character so she can get superpowers and wreak havoc at mean men. Why, why, *why* am I beginning to think that is a totally good idea? She's wearin' me down. Next thing you know, my nice quiet little chick lit novel about a girl who goes to Paris and learns some things about herself and wins back the love of her life is going to turn into a superpower-slinging fantasy novel mix of Spiderman, My Super Ex-Girlfriend, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And it will be all Reader's fault. :) (Damn it! I just started writing the scene in my head where the gargoyle actually bites her...you totally SUCK, Reader!) Gah! Now I have to go write. Peace out, copyright 2002
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In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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