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well we went to a bar we know that is never busy, sat far off in the corner, ate hush puppies and drank draft beer, and now have come home and are drinking a lot of bourbon, so it’s dark and it’s shitty but i put on a bunch of pretty makeup and a see-through lace nightie and have had fried food.
we’re both so stir-crazy, dude had to renew his license and was looking at his passport and was like
ARGH
there are no STAMPS in here
and i feel you man, i do i want to go literally anywhere and do literally anything, but
…. probably i’m gonna try to write some more because it is the only escape i get and the comments i get on ao3 are the only way i ever feel alive (so like. mega hearts to anyone who leaves comments. you are my only sunshine) and like–
ha someone was asking, on one of my discords, “writers, how do you make long works” and i was like
compulsion
it’s literally a compulsion
and everyone is like oh haha cute but like no i’m actually literally serious i can’t not do this, so.
oh i’m out of bourbon. hmmmmmmmmmm i have many options. gonna go see about those. (Your picture was not posted)