Sometimes I think I should be quiet
16th November 2009Every word feels wrong in my mouth. Everything is about me. Often so mundane, so real, so ordinary. I want to be happy on the couch. I want the medicine. Children chastising makes me penitent. A sorry gathering, an unfunny lifeless given-up never was a doll in a lovely dress.
Still, did you buy the Dogzplot Flash Fiction Anthology yet? Only a few left, I heard. Somebody gave me way too much credit, which was peaches.
What about QUESTIONS ABOUT LIFE AND SHIT, yow? I got mine some days ago. I am aroused it’s so well done. Green is my favourite colour* when I’m not depressed. Books is my favourite books.
I got a DRUNK SONNETS beer koozie because I pre-ordered the book some time ago. I didn’t think I’d get one but I did. I want to take a picture of it keeping some beer cold like the cool kids do but I am too sullen to take pictures. (♥ Dan Bailey)
Who said I was working on a novel? Eat me.
I don’t know what I’m doing. is this okay? Someone tell me this is okay.
UPDATE: It’s okay. I just stabbed myself with the mascara wand.
*I write it Brit ‘cause I like it. Cry to your mom.**
** I write it ‘merican ‘cause I like it. Fuck your dad.
23rd November 2009 at 7:07 pm
Sometimes I think you should never, ever, ever be quiet.
Also, those books sound fantastical. They wouldn’t ship to Spain, by any chance?
23rd November 2009 at 11:56 pm
Cheers, sweetheart. I think all three publishers are happy to ship to Europe. If they give you any trouble, email me and I’ll sort you out.
24th November 2009 at 9:14 pm
Have you met googlereader? Did ya do em? Ya must have, cuz the bitch ain’t stopped raving about you. Had to click on over just to shut him up. Glad I did.
4th December 2009 at 5:19 pm
words are confusing