boys are nothing but trouble

Got mail from GuitaristBoy. In what is surely one of the modern stages of intimacy, we independently deleted our profiles from the site through which we met, having mutually concluded that it has little else to offer us. He's off on a mini-tour, and we intend to go out again when he gets back. Yay!

Drove past Smoke Shop Hottie and laughed, and I think he did too. I'm still not entirely sure if I dumped him or vice versa, but I bear him no ill will either way. It certainly wasn't going to last forever, but it was fun while it did last. Besides, I bet I would have had to break up with him in November anyway. What have we learned? Don't sleep with potheads or Republicans.

Finally, even though I would still do the former cause of My Little Problem (mostly because me a few years ago would KILL and MAIM any hypothetical future me who has the chance and doesn't do him), I am pleased to report that I can no longer remember all his tattoos in photographic detail.

Writing inventory

Must. Write.

Grr, argh.

I don't know if I'm lazy or if I'm suffering from Too Many WIPs Syndrome.

( This came out longer than I expected... )

prolific!postingGirl

In case anyone cares, I recently organized the few writing-type posts I've made here under my Memories.

I find the list of first lines amusing and a bit surreal, as if someone else wrote them after hearing some of my ideas and not quite Getting them.

My favorite first line is for the tangent-or-scaffolding, and says just, His name was Valor, but nobody called him that.