I have no idea what day it is.
I have had 5 or 6 shots of tequila since last night.
My back still hurts...It might be time to call the VA...
I am currently making pasta.
I am supposed to be updating you with lovely stories of something or other, but anyone who has followed me for any length of time knows that I lie about updates.
I have wasted a few hours on Texts From Last Night today. It makes me laugh till I cry and I hurt. And then I laugh some more.
I have planned out the menu for Friday's sleepover. (Blush pasta, creme brulee for dessert, with homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast.) All diets will die a horrible, twisted death on Friday.
I made lemon curd for some reason I have not yet deduced.
I came up with an epic story about epicness that I spent 4 hours researching info for this morning (yesterday morning?), only to not know how to end it, and leave it barely started but lingering in the back of my brain.
I was introduced to a horrifying blog that made me realize that my hair is much, much gayer than I had ever thought.
I am totally listening to Selena Gomez's Kiss & Tell CD right now.
This girl just learned that wall sits make her knees feel like they're going to explode. Oops.
And now my pasta's done.
Love love,
Kay
9 comments:
I think I just got a contact hang-over from this post.
Are you okay?
Of course. I always drink plenty of water.
And upon waking, I decided upon a different direction for my story that works much more better.
Lovely Wednesday we have going on. How are you today ma'am?
Everything's groovy over here. I just started querying agents to see if I can get my novel repped. I have no illusions about this, only vague hopes. It's not the best time in the history of the world for a debut novelist. I will persevere. I'm enjoying reading your alphabet pieces. Curious to know what you want to do with them.
They were my final paper in my Creative NonFiction class. I turned it in a couple of weeks ago. I keep rethinking some of them though, not sure if I want to axe the letters and start over, or just leave them alone.
And I heard something about a rough economy having some effect on the book publishing industry, but I'm sure that's just a wild rumor.
I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.
No rumor -- wild or otherwise -- about the state of the publishing world. It sux.
As for your short pieces, they seem to be part of a whole that could be expanded. You are a very good writer and I'm glad you're taking your talent seriously.
Pasta and cinnamon rolls? Why was I not invited to this sleepover?
I wish that you would frequently cook for me.
Diets are for the weak.
Hope your pasta was good.
Holland, How many times does a girl have to tell you to move to Washington?
Laycie-I don't normally cook. I'm much more of a baker. And dude, if I ever saw you, I would totally share. I can't eat leftovers, so everything is forced upon friends.
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