I'm currently unable to post.
Alright fine.. "unwilling".. you caught me.
My muse has left me for handsome, independently wealthy young oil baron who votes a straight GOP ticket. Needless to say I'm hurt, and completely devoid of all creative thought. I'm off to drown my sorrows in a bottle of Clontarf. Expect me when you see me.
My muse has left me for handsome, independently wealthy young oil baron who votes a straight GOP ticket. Needless to say I'm hurt, and completely devoid of all creative thought. I'm off to drown my sorrows in a bottle of Clontarf. Expect me when you see me.
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Damn Muse.
Well, at least your reason for not posting isn't that you are sick.
:(
I hate being sick...
Hope your Muse realizes that the handsome young dude is just using her and comes running back all apologetic like :)
~K
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No-post posts are so tragic.
Kate,
My muse is such a fickle bitch at times. One day she's running naked through the park with me in my birthday suit on her heels...
..the next she's left me a note saying she's off visiting her gypsy friends in Europe.
dewdew,
I swear on the name of The Flying Spaghetti Monster you will be punished for leaving all of these word verifications in my damned blog.
-g.d.,
My life is pretty much free from tragedy at the moment actually. If there was something tragic I'd having some tasty material to post about.
-grend31
Boobies.
That's better Dewdew. You are forgiven. For now. I'll call off the Wrath of His Noodly Appendage.
There will be no punishment for Beo. That will be his punishment. No whips. No chains. Nothing. Suffer.
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