The words are like zombies. I kill them, but they keep coming back…sometimes they’re reincarnated, though.
I just managed to kill four hundred words out of a book review I’m writing. Which is a good thing. Because nine pages equal too many. And boringness, as well. Mainly just too many, though. I think some boringness is just implied with the genre.
The lady on QVC just showed her pregnancy off to all the people watching “Garnet Jewelry” at nine-thirty at night. It was weird. I’m not sure why. It could be because I didn’t realize she was pregnant until she stood up. I’m not exactly a detective, people. And yeah, QVC is the easiest television to watch while I’m actually trying to do things that matter. It doesn’t have a plot I need to pay attention to. Unless I’ve just been missing that part…hmm.
Yes. Well. Would you all do me a favor and cross your fingers? I’m not sure why, but I think I’m going to need some extra good luck in the near future. And even if I don’t, it probably can’t hurt. Don’t uncross them until I tell you it’s ok. If it starts to hurt, just hit yourself so you hurt more somewhere else. I really need some good luck. If we all work as one, I have faith in us, people.
Is this like clapping to say that you do believe in fairies?
Hmm. Maybe. Or it might be more like the Care Bear Stare.