It took a while to get everything in the chapter 4 revision just the way I wanted it. Part of it was adding in new scenes and dialogue. Cory says he and Efrain hang out and become closer, but I never actually show it. Efrain also has friends or associates outside of the BrainTrust (he wasn't out with teammates when they ran into each other in chapter two), hence Jef, who may be used later as needed (dunno if he'll be a full character). Outside of being the object of Cory's longing, I didn't real
The previews before Moana included one for Monster Truck. It's a simple premise really--monster trucks, with real monsters in them. B figured if that's all it took to get a movie greenlit, he aught to make a go of it himself. I'm not going to discourage him. If they can make a kids' movie about tentacle monsters getting freaky with 4x4s, then who am I to judge?
But, I should have known how the drive home would go...
"Hey, I have another story idea for you--monster trucks that have r
As most of my conversation with my spouse go, we hit weird territory again. This time, it was fursonas.
Which led to the following:
Me: I just realized something--I gave all but one of my characters fursonas. B: Oh yeah. Me: Everyone, except Indie. Still can't decide on one for him. B: I told you already--he's fucking Harrison Ford.
Is Harrison Ford even an animal?
......don't answer that.
The Done List
The latest attempt at hacking my own mind,A journal,Covered in coffee stains(Okay, the first spill was my own fault, but the cat did the rest),
[*]Chronicling my daily accomplishments.
[*]A list
Of everything I've done that dayOtherwise, I wouldn't get out of bed.
[*]A nod
to my psychiatrist(You need to listen to your inner child; be your own mommy.),
[*]to my psychologist
(Don't should all over yourself),
[*]to my physiotherapist
(You have to be cons
Today was my first day wearing the Fitbit. For some reason, I see myself having this discussion somewhere down the line.
Fitbit: Dude, Dayne. How are you still gaining weight?
Me: I dunno.
Fitbit: I mean, you've been doing so well lately. Been meeting your daily step goals, staying on the right side of your calories in/calories out, and getting plenty of sleep.
Me: Yeah...
Fitbit: ...but you're still a fatass.
Me: **frowns**
Fitbit: Seriously, what the fuck have
For some reason, I decided to make a list in Google Docs of everything I've read and enjoyed across three websites and into yaoi.
Thirty minutes later, I had a small list of about 42 yaoi and 15 erotic fiction (mostly series). Mind you, I forgot a ton of the yaoi and grouped some series under one title, or only included one or two of my favorite mangaka's works (plus there are some I'm not ready to fess up to reading >.>), and I've only been reading erotic fiction for three months.
Dear Publix; I realize now that I made a mistake when I begged off of visiting family this year. I failed to account for the fact that no trip to Florida to see family also means no trip to Florida to see you. Trips to Florida are more work than vacation for those born and raised in the region, but time with you makes them all worthwhile. While I am more than content and fulfilled in the romance that took me away to Texas, I regret leaving you. I’ve tried other stores to fill the Publix-shape
