bow down,,,

Oh, oh my.

I just had a sudden urge to listen to Head Like a Hole on this sunny Saturday evening. I'm about to go erect a ... sandpit. But still.

I think I responded to those lyrics, you know the ones, way before I ever really understood the connotation and significance of 'bow down before the one you serve, you're going to get what you deserve', maybe on any level.

I should be listening to this stuff more. May as well stay in touch with 15 a little bit. I miss the boots...

I see an Alice in Chains link too... I might click it. Oh, the nostalgia. 

lovely squeezy snuggly squashy cuddly lady

Have you huggled your chubby girl today? 

word flow issues

I have a story to write. But it just doesn't want to get writ. It's started. It's sitting there looking for its detail and development and pretty description and intensity, all ready to be wrapped up in rope and nicely presented, and it just doesn't want to get written. I don't know quite why I'm frightened of it. I'm always a bit frightened of stories, but it's usually just a question of knuckling down and spewing out and then making someone tell me how to edit it properly. But this time it's froze. I even asked someone who does the thing that takes place in the story to tell me all about it, and she did, beautifully, but still nothing's grabbed my by the ear and pushed me into the chair and forced me to get it all out. It's sitting there, feeling uncertain. I suppose I should just let it percolate some more, and wait til the next call. Well, the deadline's already a month in the past, so... really, I don't know who I'm kidding. And now... back to correcting juvenile compositions.