On Smut.

Good lord, I haven't written smut in so long, that I think I've actually forgotten how to.

WTF?!

They're finally in bed - ! - and now I'm stuck. I think my smut muses have ran off on me. I am not pleased. I hope to finish it up tomorrow night (it's a proven fact that writing smut, of any sort, in the morning or during the day is next to impossible) - and if I send it off to be beta-ed on Monday, then there is a chance that I'll have it back before I have to leave. Or maybe not. Gah. We'll see. I shall do my best.

For some reason, I'm having the hardest time getting inside their heads (the ones on their shoulders, people, my god!!) - and thus, it's harder to write. Not that I can really get inside a gay man's mind, but sex is sex. Is sex. I mean, really.

WHERE IS MY SEX MUSE?!?!?!?

(Note to self - don't ever let parents see livejournal, ever.)

Off to bed...my own...

On Shopping.

Well, just came back from an exciting (sense the sarcasm) trip to the mall. I have a headache. Make it go away.

But at least now I have a working (and rather nice, actually) watch - had to take out a few links, because my wrists are friggin' tiny, but all's good now. I also have a leg-money-storing-thingamajig (to put underneath the pant leg when travelling - security, baby) and a normal-sized wallet, as opposed to the monster I had before and never used. And another CD-case for my growing CD collection. Almost all set to go. There's that packing business, still, but hey, we all have something that needs to be done...

Have I filled your inbox up entirely? Can I send on more stuff? Will you respect me in the morning? ;)

How did it go?!

And here's a little word to the wise - don't ever drive in Boston. It just isn't a good idea.

Yesterday, my dad decided to be nice and drive me to the post office (I would have taken the T, otherwise). Wasn't that sweet? Yes... About five minutes into the trip, I wished I had done anything but gotten in that car - even walked, crawled or slithered on the ground. Wherever we went, roads were closed off. Construction was everywhere. It took us twenty minutes, when it should have been 7. Once we parked, we began walking - the post office was still a ways away - and as we were passing by - you guessed it - more construction, I got splattered with mud. How, you may wonder? Well, they were pumping out the clay-like stuff from underneath the road, and one guy was holding the hose. Now, I don't know what he was looking at, but as we passed, he dropped the hose and it splashed all over my favorite jeans and docs. And we hadn't even reached the post office by that point.

$%^*%%^$^*$**^$#$#(*(*&$%^%^!!!

Getting back was a little easier than getting there, but, my God. I would have been so much better just taking the damn T. God Bless public transportation.