Nnghh. Flint and Miranda.
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Dammit. Stupid finger going off before I was finished.
You guys ever had
How did I never follow you? I'm such a ditz, I swear...
This is how I feel today: https://media.giphy.com/media/26tn9aALhV3XeZtIc/giphy.gif
Ugh. I need plot help. Someone with whom to brainstorm.
What would I do to keep you? I'll cloak my face and hide. I'll veil myself in black and steel and battle at your side.
I'm not a pirate, I'm a privateer. That makes it all better, right? *shark grin*
I tell myself I'm going to put my Doritos away in my locker upstairs, then proceed to cram them in my face as fast as possible on the way up
Put your hand on your heart and tell me, am I not fair? White as milk, black ballast of scorn. There's a brutish grace in my design.
So sleepy.
I haven't been blackout drunk in a long time... And yet, no hangover from last night.
Should my protagonist's semi-violent love interest meet her ex (who humiliated her/made her a pariah in the community) before or after...
And my manager just called me by his husband's name in a fit of pique.
It's Friday. I'm going apey. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ce/f6/8c/cef68c37600ad4f740d1a65046e5d176.jpg
Ghosts and devils come a-calling Calling my name, oh, lost in the fire. Gimme that fire.
RandomBlobMan Hunh. Until a moment ago, I'd been reading your username as "randomizederp".
Sailing-themed tattoos on non-sailing folk. Opinions?
I see your face across the sea. You’re in the waves surrounding me. I hear your voice call on the breeze On this ship out on the ocean.
Wheeee. I meant to say whee.
Ffft. The Captain's got into the rum. And the absinthe. And the Becherovka and the Pastis. Where.
The store's closed. My manager: "That product's a special order" (wants me to call a customer). Mek. *hits clock out button* *walks away*
Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan.
I want/need brainstorming/plotting with someone. But... that'd require opening up to someone about the story. Ha.
Typing a PM to someone in the break room at work. Coworker comes up, says, "Stop writing your fanfic! I'm getting my lunch!" Shut up, dude. -
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