ha! you should write a story about that, or maybe you already did, i think i may have read something similar.

okay i'm gonna try to get some sleep i'm so tired.

go read my new stuff

Psh. Sleep. Why don't you go get your nails done while your at it.

Hhhmmm mine are looking a bit chipped and discolored. I think I need to go back to Maurice to get smoothed down and painted. What're you looking at?

"Never gonna Give you Up" by Barry White. It's my "Rolling Stone" playlist. Songs that help me in developing my character The Rolling Stone and his stories.

The next one is "Everybody Hurts" by REM. Good stuff.

Speaking of my Rolling Stone character, I watched "Death Sentence" with Kevin Bacon last night and it reminded me a lot of my "The Rolling Stone and Wicked Annabelle" story. So, now I have the itch again... I'd been sitting on a partly written chapter 2 for sometime. Maybe I'll finish it, finally.

Something Indecent wrote:

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Psh. Sleep. Why don't you go get your nails done while your at it.

Hhhmmm mine are looking a bit chipped and discolored. I think I need to go back to Maurice to get smoothed down and painted.:dry: What're you looking at?:huh:

Dude, you need to get the new cherry red GLITTER paint this time around. i hear its to DIE for.

and you're crazy for putting your address online. now i know where youlive.. mwahahahahahahaaack..
whatever, i'm too lazy to stalk in person.

Speaking of that itch, I totally posted chapter 2 of "The Rolling Stone and Wicked Annabelle."

But I left my address here for you to send me food lemon. Now you know where it needs to go. It'd be disgusting but also hilarious if you mailed me some rotten food. Then when I open it and a ball of mold fluffs out spitting its sweet putrid smell up my nose I can grab my throat to clench and hold the vomit down as it attempts to rise up and spawn a toxic sea for ants who would bravely march after my undisgested insides despite the losses they're bound to face. The ants would eat well that night dedicating the meal to their fallen brethren and future offspring. Meanwhile I'm left to dispose of a box that's being consumed by an agent of questionable integrity. And as I toss the foul prank into the trash I see a stamp, glistening in the sunlight. A lemon.

Or you can send me food that'll remain etible. Did I spell that right?

well now you've ruined your surprise! i can't mail you food now, not when you're EXPECTING it.