I keep having fragmentary ideas for things to write about and then I get a paragraph in and in and the idea fades out.
I keep having fragmentary ideas for things to write about and then I get a paragraph in and in and the idea fades out.
I could talk about Hurricane Karl, which is looking like it’s getting together in the Atlantic with Hurricane Jeanne and Hurricane Lisa, and evidently having itself some sort of a stratospheric three-way. (Yeah I know these are not all officially hurricanes, don’t finger-fuck me with details.)
I could talk about the ‘What is Kinky” conversation I had with my friend Julie the other day, but I can’t even remember the conversation now. I think there was mention on anal sex though, which is about all that stuck in my head.
I could talk about a couple of Hussies at TARCON 5 only they’re not there yet. But all I gotta say is, Amazing Race really doesn’t suck, and the emmys agree, it just beat Survivor for the second year. Really, kids, give it a try. I could talk about those same hussies. But… Well, let’s just say I Love Me some Hussies and leave it at that.
I have a whole piece about drugs and my youth half imagined and slightly written but I keep losing where I was going on that one. I. Um. Wonder why.
And I have a whole essay on true love that was inspired by a conversation on dotnode (which is like orkut but not as much), but I can’t seem to find the right words.
But I guess what it comes down to is, I can’t seem to maintain concentration long enough to actually get an entry done here. Same problem I’ve been having with the several stories I keep trying to get work done on. Where the hell’s my Ritalin?
Kinky is using a feather. Perverted is using a chicken. I’m sure anal sex can figure in here, somewhere.
Hmmm….so where do drumsticks fit in?
Work on my story first!
Where do drumsticks fit in? Well, depending on anatomy, experience, and amount of lubricant, just about anywhere, I suppose.
I’d avoid the Extra Tasty & Crispy, though, if I were you.