interlude

You know that warm feeling you get when you never have to talk to someone ever again? Goddamnit I love that. You sit back and your mind goes to thoughts about someone you used to have to deal with and then you realize that you never have to again. Goddamn. It's like a million tiny candy corns in my brain are singing me ballads whilst they melt and coat my cerebral cortex with a thick candy shell of deliciousness that no assholes can get through.

Just something I was thinking about today that made me smile as I cuddled into my bed tonight with toasty sheets straight out of the dryer. I don't know why, but this week was a bit of a downer for me. I'm getting used to being alone a lot, most of my day is me alone, reading and writing and school stuff and the like. High school ending separated me from the couple close friends I had, and that sucks, but there's always an up side. In this case; it's the introvert inside of me having a warm, anti-social epiphany that there are more than a few assholes I've had to put up with in this last year alone that I don't ever have to speak to again and will not, and that little control I have over my life and happiness really makes up for a lot.

I have several more pages almost ready to post from the new, sexed up International Coffee Day, so get ready to skip that if you don't like that. I have a couple things I'm writing right now to post up here as well later. This little thing I wrote on pulp, this analysis of Maggy from Binding of Isaac that I'm working on....other stuff? Yeah. Real writing stuff. If anybody out there wants to drop me an email or a comment and ask me to write about something I'll probably do it. Seriously, that'd be pretty Louise Brooks.