Ahhh guys, you are so nice.
I felt much better after reading your comments.

(Back to the perfunctory intro shit: Don't forget Daughter of Neptune!!!
I deblocked -uhhh, I guess this isn't a word in English- my twitter. And I've got a facebook now)



I've got a story I really want to finish.
I had a breakthrough at about 3 AM, I couldn't actually produce what I wanted to, but I knew how the story was finally going to climax. It's going to happen. Yes. About 70 pages in, I knew it was headed somewhere. It seems like I know what I'm writing about (if you were to read the beginning, you'd think I had some plan), but naturally, I don't.

More interesting news:
I will post another lighthearted blog, and I'll even answer some more of the questions you guys sent me (there are lots! Wow). Ask me what you like, via PM if you want me to post an answer here.

I'm going to see GRINDERMAN this weekend, and I'm so so so so excited. Last time I saw Nick Cave, I felt like I was in a total haze. Nick Cave puts me in a dream state. I wouldn't mind having one of those amazing nights again.

On the weekend, Shaine and I had a sausage party. We went with psyko514, cass17 (I probably fucked up their usernames), and a bunch of other boys to drink, find a taco stand, and drink more, because the bars were open an extra hour. Go daylight savings! I decided to tweet things people were saying the whole night, and when I looked back it seemed that every conversation essentially revolved around penis. La la la la la la.


Goals for the near future:
Get an iPhone
Stop spending money on shoes so I can do more work on my right arm
Continuing kicking my anxiety in the ass (ongoing process. Don't look in in the eye, Jaeci, it can't get you if you don't look it in the eye!)


By the way, my sexdrive is overwhelming me. HELP.