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All the words are gonna bleed from me
Aug. 5th, 2004 01:33 amand I will think no more.
I think my brain is running on fumes. I desperately need to refuel. Thankfully, the sight of Ron Perlman in red latex and leather pants is food for the soul. At least my prurient soul. rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I would chainsmoke and drink a lot of whiskey if my voice would sound like that.
But, my brain managed a few words before melting into a puddle of dorkness.
As of tonight, the total wordcount stands at 60031. That's right, I now officially have a novel. Woo! And only 30-40k left to go, depending on what wacky side adventures these people manage to find.
Now I will construct an elaborate no-kill trap to catch Ron Perlman, or any other free-range hottie. Perhaps I will bait it with cookies.
I think my brain is running on fumes. I desperately need to refuel. Thankfully, the sight of Ron Perlman in red latex and leather pants is food for the soul. At least my prurient soul. rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I would chainsmoke and drink a lot of whiskey if my voice would sound like that.
But, my brain managed a few words before melting into a puddle of dorkness.
As of tonight, the total wordcount stands at 60031. That's right, I now officially have a novel. Woo! And only 30-40k left to go, depending on what wacky side adventures these people manage to find.
Now I will construct an elaborate no-kill trap to catch Ron Perlman, or any other free-range hottie. Perhaps I will bait it with cookies.
