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Of Blackmail And Paper Fans
First: I wrote Chapter 4 last night of HPatSP. I threatened to stop writing the fic if I didn't get reviews. I woke up, and checked my email. 7 reviews, all pleading with me. I think I'm obessed with reviews. I check my email constantly - I have all reviews sent to my inbox - and if there aren't any I mutter, "Fuckers." But I love blackmail. The glory of it - hidden secrets, dark intrigues, Machavellian conspiracies, pen to paper, and the desire to cover our own humanity with deception.
And they say blackmail is evil and immoral. Pshaw.
Something stupid and filled with the ungodly idea of exercise made me go running with Shari today. We walked all over the western edge of Watertown - nearly six miles, by the end of it. We ran through the cemetary, around Taft, bumped into luscious housepainters, and strange maned men on bicycles who seemed oddly friendly. Then we went swimming. I miss Frolfie.
I feel nearly dead from exercise. And somehow I seem, if possible, fatter. I think I will run through the Mystic Fan again tonight, although it has felt mischevious for most of the day, and only after a long description of Melissa's crack-head baby boy by Chris, admitted it was playing a joke. I sometimes worry if these divination items take on spirits of their own - or, possibly, they were there all along - or mayhap they are being guided by mischevious piskies or ghosts.
One wonders. The blue moon approaches...Be ready.
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 aerofire
2004-07-07 21:19
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I'm so sore ... but it was fun.
And that boy on the bike, well, I like his hair. Kelly, I really think you would have too.(Reply to this) (Thread) |
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