blustocking | everybody needs a bosom for a pillow

I've discovered I need birth control. Not for the intended purpose, but for the happy bonuses. I've been on it for 9 years now and going off of it is a bitch...nay, I'm a bitch, more so. I have no health insurance currently, so I went off last month. Clinic, here I come.

Indeed, had a spectacular, long-awaited "epiphany" not occurred today, I'd not be this agreeable. I've been waiting for them for seven years. SEVEN YEARS. Today, everything fell into place and I know where I'm going with this story. I started writing this book when I was in high school, 2 chapters in...dead. I stopped and started for seven years after, moving on to other ideas, but always wondering how I could fix the predictability, the cookie-cutter image I kept coming up with. Today, thanks to some odd inspiration, I know. What a relief, but now the work. I went to the library after work to check out some research. Odd that the wedding books are next to the death and burial books. Yar har!
Fuck, I have so much to do.

I also got a book on pirates. And I have another journal:

pirateblu So I don't continuously annoy everyone with piratey things and stupid crap. HAHA, not as much anyway. ;P Add, if you want...or become a pirate yerself, swabbie! YARRR!

Ho-leeeee shit, thank you

kitryne. I lvoe that thing with an unholy lvoe.

Now I'm going to go watch M.

"That's where I saw the leprechaun. He tells me to burn things."