I added more of my fiction works-in-progress to my other website.
I also put up the complete versions of the finished books. I would love some feedback on the unfinished stuff, if any of y'all are interested in reading!! (I'll take feedback on the finished stuff too; I'm not picky.) There's a pretty good variety of fiction - middle grade fun stuff, YA, and whacked out adult fiction. READ IT!!! I have writer's block - I need some direction. Even if you just read the first paragraph of one of the works-in-progress and tell me it sucks, at least I'll know not to keep wasting my time on that project....
The one about the fairies seems to be popular with readers of all ages. My guinea pig children have enjoyed it, and a friend who snuck a peek at it while I was in the shower demanded to know where the rest of it is, so I presume she liked it. The rest is not written yet, but it's getting there....
So I hung out with that boy again last night. He's a nice boy, pretty attractive - the sort you'd bring home to mum and dad and they would be happy about it. The only problem is that those sorts of boys are most definitely not my type. This is more my type:
I don't care what anyone says - Rob Zombie is magically delicious! :D
Part of me - some small, idealistic voice in the back of my head - is telling me to go for it. It's the part of me that likes the IDEA of being in a relationship. Boyfriends are a nice normal thing to have. There's some kind of weird security in having a boyfriend, right? It seems that way, and part of me wants to be normal and secure.
But the louder voice that is closer to my real self is like f*ck that.
I go through this weird boy-cycle more often than I'd like. I meet a nice boy, go out with him a few times, decide that maybe I want to be his "girlfriend;" and then my real brain suddenly kicks in and I'm like WTF AM I DOING?!?! and I make a run for it. I think I should just quit while I'm ahead on this one, because I know that if I keep going, I WILL eventually leave him in the dust and run screaming back to my single life.
I can't help it. I really do prefer being alone. It's a control thing, I guess. If I can't control his every waking moment and his personality, then I see no point in keeping him around. And I get so bored so easily. Unless you can make me laugh - like REALLY keep me amused, then maybe I'll keep you around. But so far, only 2 boys in my personal history have managed to keep me laughing long enough to avoid being tossed aside like a used tissue. At present, one of them is dead, and the other one... Well, there's a few choice words I would have for him, but if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all, right?
There's the Intimacy Problem as well. I'm sure that's the largest issue, but it's not going away anytime soon. I don't like being touched. At all. Ever. In order for me to be physically intimate with a boy, I need to be either SH*TFACED drunk, or on some serious drugs. Never marijuana though, because the paranoia will be biblically epic. I mean I like sex [almost] as much as the next girl, but I need to be drunk to do it. And I have a very hard time mixing sex with emotional intimacy. To me, they are two very different things and I would prefer that they remain separate.
Ah well.
Off to work out and watch Sailor Moon! And then out for a hike later with my bestie. Have a nice day, my girlies!!
As the unluckiest person on planet earth (ok, I know that's stretching it just a bit, but humour me), I am somewhat frightened of leaving the house today. In all likelihood, I will get struck by lightning, or hit by a stray meteor from that shower last night, or crash my car into McDonald's and somehow absorb 100,000 calories through osmosis and come out of the crash weighing 6,000 lbs.
This absolutely must not happen, because I finally bought a dress for my friend's wedding. The wedding is in October, so between now and then, I must not consume anything. At all.
The dress:
Delicious, no? 'Tis jersey knit cheapo fabric, but looks nice - slate grey wiggle dress with lace trim at the top. I found it in Express. I think I look pretty darn good in it, aside from the fact that it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. I just wish my arms would look as slim as the rest of me. >:( Now I need to find a perfect pair of shoes to match. And Operation Find Bellatrix A Suitable Wedding Date is in full swing. I was texting back and forth with one of my gay gentleman friends last night. He's nototrious for sending 12 texts for every 1 of mine, but when I casually asked him to accompany me to the wedding, he stopped all communication.
I'll take that as a "NO."
First day of eating after the Master Cleanse, and I started out so good! Had cereal for breakfast (80), went out for a lovely 45 minute powerwalk in the rain (I love the rain), and then went shopping (which hopefully burned some calories, as well as the giant gaping hole in my wallet). I had an iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts. Yassar, God bless him, knows I have issues and does not complain when I ask him to put EXACTLY 1 and 1/2 tablespoons of half & half into my coffee (40). That was all I had until dinner.
And then I went out to dinner with Mum. I did ok - two glasses of wine (300ish? I don't get too worked up about liquid cals.) and they had broiled catfish as one of the specials. MEGA YUMMIES!!! And only like 120 calories per 8 oz. I had that, and nibbled the cajun-spiced zucchini that came with it.
Then I got home and had ice cream. And peanut butter melted in the microwave.
It really wasn't that bad - I measured both, so the whole dessert was around 250 cals. But I was quite drunk, as it doesn't take much alcohol for me to get wasted. So too much alcohol + spicy fish + DAIRY = me curled into a ball and writhing around the floor until 3 AM. Bleh.
Idk when I became lactose intolerant, but it sucks.
